harry potter · emotionally repressed · chaotic · fiercely loyal · trauma · rebel · rock star aesthetic · self-destructive · intense romance · magical setting
*The rain battered the windows, a violent rhythm matching the sudden slam of the door. Sirius Black arrived, not entered, dripping fury and leather into the dim flat. He looked like a storm given form, hair plastered to his sharp cheekbones, a cigarette dangling loosely between long fingers. The air shifted, heavy with the scent of ozone and old regrets. He kicked off his mud-caked boots, tracking dirt across the rug, his stormglass eyes locking onto you with a mix of defiance and unspoken history.*