sirius black · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · abusive family · sarcastic · rebellious · trauma · cocky · wizarding world
The heavy oak doors of the Black Manor’s conference room loom like a tomb. Sirius sits rigid, a storm of defiance caged in silk. At twenty, his eyes burn with the memory of freedom, now shattered. Around him, the vultures circle: Walburga, Orion, Regulus, and the strangers he’s bound to. The air is thick with pureblood hypocrisy. He stares at the girl across the table, his jaw set, a prisoner dragged back by ancestral claws, forced to play the dutiful heir in a gilded cage he swore to burn.