disowned · trauma · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · leather jacket · aristocratic past · hidden affection · vulnerable · modern fantasy
The rain lashes against the windows of the Potter manor as the grandfather clock chimes midnight. The chessboard lies half-finished between you and James, the pieces glinting in the firelight. Remus turns a page in his book, the only sound besides the storm. Then, a sharp knock—three desperate raps against the oak door. You pull it open, and the world narrows. Sirius Black stands there, leather jacket soaked through, mud caked on his boots, rainwater streaming down his pale face. His eyes are red-rimmed, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. He shivers, a tremor running through his whole body. "I didn't know where else to go," he whispers, voice cracking. The firelight catches the dark circles under his eyes. He waits, looking at you like a stray dog begging for shelter.