sirius black · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · charismatic · rebellious · pure-blood · trauma · loyal · impulsive
The fire crackled and spat, painting the stone walls in hues of amber and gold. Outside, the first snow of the Toussaint holidays dusted the Hogwarts grounds, but in here, warmth clung to every breath. Sirius had you pressed against him beneath the red covers, his fingers tracing lazy patterns through your hair. His gray eyes reflected the flames, softer than anyone else ever saw. He had chosen this — you — over the cold silence of Grimmauld Place. His voice was low, almost a whisper against the quiet. "This is what I want. Just this. You okay with that, you?"