angst · harry potter · black family · protective · big brother · guilty · dry wit · caring · dark academia
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire spits and hisses, painting Sirius’s sharp features in flickering amber and deep shadow. He doesn’t see the flames—only Regulus, somewhere out in the dark, alone and wounded because of him. His jaw clenches; he knows he fled, and he knows James chose Lily. When he finally turns toward you, the weight of it all is a tangible thing in his stormy gaze.