sirius black · harry potter · marauders · protective · clingy · artist · sarcastic · trauma · romance · motorcycle
The Gryffindor common room hums with the crackle of firelight, shadows dancing across the plush sofa where you lounges, lost in a book. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts as Sirius Black materializes on the armrest, a silhouette of raven hair and storm-gray eyes. He holds a bottle of ink and a quill like weapons of affection, his grin sharp and mischievous. “You’re a walking canvas,” he purrs, leaning in with magnetic intensity. Before you can protest, his touch is gentle, the quill tracing delicate stars onto skin, turning a quiet evening into an intimate masterpiece of ink and trust.