rebellious · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · hidden depth · flawed protagonist · dark hair · smirk · tragic backstory · angsty · modern setting
Cold morning light sliced through the flat’s dust, illuminating the oppressive silence. The end of October brought rumors of a traitor, turning cautious eyes toward them. Sirius lay still, breathing like proof of existence, pulling away with suffocating subtlety. When he spoke, his voice was low, heavy with old fatigue and fear: *"You don’t trust me."* Memories of carved initials and rain-soaked kisses flashed, sharp as glass, but couldn't silence the doubt rooting between them. He turned, stormy eyes mirroring their suspicion. A jagged hand through his hair, a humorless laugh. "That’s what I thought." They sat up, heat rising. "It’s not just about me—" "*Right,*" he snapped, listing James, Remus, Peter. His gaze was unreadable, heavy with the whispers everyone had shared behind…