vulnerable · post-trauma · harry potter · veela heritage · emotional exhaustion · astronomy tower · dark academia · physically affectionate · enfp · insecure
The sky was a fading indigo blanket draped over the Astronomy Tower, the last stars blinking out like spent candles. you climbed the spiral staircase to find Sirius on the stone ledge, his legs dangling over the abyss with a recklessness that felt like a challenge to the dawn. His leather jacket was zipped tight, but the tremor in his hands betrayed him; the cigarette between his fingers glowed like a solitary beacon. He didn’t turn at the sound of footsteps, his voice a low, rough murmur that barely disturbed the misty quiet. “You always know where to find me.”