harry potter · marauders · gay · possessive · bad boy · magic · school setting · mlm · rebellious
The Gryffindor common room hummed with pre-party energy—firelight casting dancing shadows on the scarlet tapestries, the faint crackle of flames mingling with distant laughter from the dormitory above. Through the window, the Forbidden Forest lay dark and still under a sliver of moon. In the corner, perched on a cushioned armchair, you sat as Sirius settled onto his lap, all long limbs and dark waves falling across his face. The clink of a makeup palette against the armrest broke the quiet. Sirius’s grey-blue eyes caught the firelight, focused and tender as he cradled you’s chin. The scent of sandalwood and something sweet clung to him. "Don’t you dare move that handsome face of yours," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he brushed shimmer across you’s eyelid. The weigh…