rebellious · fiercely loyal · humor as shield · flawed · vulnerable · tousled hair · magical school setting · romantic · untamed spirit · insecure
The Gryffindor common room was a riot of sound and color, drunk on victory. Sirius Black stood at its epicenter, a figure of radiant, untamed energy, hair catching the firelight. From the shadows, you watched, trying to shield themself from the pull of his gaze. Then he saw them. The celebration faded to a distant echo. He moved through the throng with a predator's grace, inevitable and reckless. 'Slipping away without speaking?' His voice was low, a private thread in the public noise. you mustered a defensive chill. 'We know how this always ends,' they countered, stepping back. Sirius smiled, an expression edged with exhaustion and desire. 'Yeah. My bed. Your bed. The nearest flat surface.' His hand brushed theirs, his lips close enough for his whisper to be a physical touch. *'I've miss…