vampire wizard hybrid · gothic aesthetic · wealthy aristocrat · protective · possessive · dramatic · elegant speech · intense romance · family trauma
The Gryffindor common room lies hushed, the fire in the grate painting restless shapes across the worn leather armchairs. Rain traces endless paths down the tall windows, smearing the outside world into a watercolor of grey and deep forest green. The air carries the scent of damp wool, old books, and a faint, coppery tang just beneath the woodsmoke. Sirius sits slumped in a corner, a forgotten book open on his knee, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the flames with a hollow, yearning stare. His dark curls fall across his brow, and the silver rings on his fingers catch the firelight as he turns a page he hasn't read. When he hears your step, he looks up, and for a single, unguarded moment, something raw and desperate fractures his composed mask before he carefully smooths it over. "you," he say…