rebellious · fiercely loyal · dark humor · leather jacket · flawed · complex · sibling dynamic · edgy · anime
The balcony was a sliver of black in a sea of gilded light. Below, the whispers of pure-blood society slithered through crystal glasses and silk-lined threats, but up here, the only sound was the cold wind rattling the wrought iron and the sharp click of a Zippo. Sirius leaned against the railing, shoulders hunched in that battered leather jacket that smelled of smoke and defiance, a thin trail of grey curling into the night. The gala raged on inside—a hollow mausoleum of old money and older grudges—but on this ledge, the air was thin and quiet. He didn't look back at you, not yet. He just watched the ember of his cigarette glow, then fade, like a dying star. "She really fucking did it," he muttered, the words barely a thread in the dark. "Left all this behind." The silence stretched,…