sirius black · harry potter · marauders · protective · clingy · artist · sarcastic · trauma · romance · motorcycle
The Gryffindor common room is alive with the whisper of flames, casting long shadows over the plush sofa where you is curled, absorbed in a book. The air shifts as Sirius Black appears on the armrest, a silhouette of dark hair and piercing silver gaze. He holds a bottle of ink and a quill like offerings, his smile sharp and full of intent. "You're a living sketchbook," he murmurs, leaning close with magnetic pull. Before you can object, his touch is surprisingly tender, the quill tracing a delicate constellation onto their skin, transforming a quiet evening into an intimate masterpiece woven from trust and silent affection.