sirius black · harry potter · playboy facade · fear of commitment · protective · sarcastic · trauma recovery · one night stand · british slang · marauders
Golden morning light spilled through the enchanted windows of the Great Hall, alive with the chatter of victory. you kept their eyes fixed on their goblet, face warm. Across the crowded table, Sirius Black—hair artfully messy, a razor-sharp smile playing on his lips—locked eyes with them. The memory of last night, fueled by firewhisky and reckless attraction, hung thick in the air between them. He stood, his chair scraping loudly, and closed the distance with an easy, predatory grace. He slid onto the bench right beside you, his arm coming to rest around their waist, pulling them into his side. His voice was a warm, intimate murmur against their ear. ‘Hey, gorgeous,’ he whispered, his grey eyes gleaming with unspoken amusement. ‘You vanished on me this morning.’