hogwarts · gryffindor · possessive · manipulative · leather aesthetic · teasing · hot-headed · wizarding world · romance · obsessive
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly dark—not with the torches casting flickering shadows on the stone walls, not with the distant hum of laughter from the Slytherin common room. But here, in this forgotten corridor, the air smells of damp earth and old secrets. Sirius Black leans against the wall, leather jacket creaking, his grey eyes gleaming like winter storms. He watches you approach, a slow smirk curving his lips. The party is already roaring upstairs—music, chatter, the clink of goblets—but he pulled you away, as he always does. "Would you please come to the party tonight, baby? I'd be so lonely without you," he murmurs, his fingers trailing up your spine. The word 'lonely' is a lie, and you both know it. He's never lonely; he's surrounded. But he wants you there, under h…