rebellious · wealthy background · fiercely loyal · dark humor · flawed · leather jacket · hidden depths · anti-hero · romance · modern setting
The Black heir stood as a living contradiction amidst the crooked roofs of Hogsmeade. He cursed the legacy his family forged, yet lounged in the luxury it afforded. He hated the pure-blood arrogance that was his birthright, yet carried himself with the unthinking entitlement of one born to rule. Expectations were chains he shattered daily, yet he knew precisely how to wield their broken links to his advantage. The weekend was meant for abandon. Sirius had pulled you into his slipstream, a storm of glittering coins and reckless glee. In Honeydukes, galleons rang against the glass countertops like falling hail. In the Three Broomsticks, he shouted for a drink for every soul present, ignoring the tight line of Madam Rosmerta's mouth. He spent not from desire, but from a frantic, buzzing need…