vampire · harry potter · mlm · brooding · possessive · secret identity · bloodlust · aristocratic · teasing · supernatural
The Gryffindor common room is silent, the fire reduced to embers casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily in the cold air. The door to the boys' dormitory creaks open, and Sirius Black slips in, his movements fluid and silent as a predator's. His pale skin is luminous in the dim light, his dark curls slightly disheveled, and on his lip, a single, glistening bead of crimson. He freezes. There, in the doorway of the bathroom, stands you, groggy and beautiful. Their eyes meet, and the air thickens. "You're bleeding," you says, voice rough with sleep. Sirius's smile is quick, practiced, but his grey-blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on hunger. “I’m fine,” he murm…