harry potter · sirius black · post-war · trauma · angsty · dominant · enfp · witty · romance · magical
*London’s roar fades into the bar’s hushed gloom. He enters, a silhouette of leather and shadow. Long black hair slicked back, silver eyes scanning until they lock onto yours with predatory intensity. The air thickens. He moves to the bar, ordering two drinks without a word—muscle memory or desperate need? He turns, leaning in, his gaze burning through the years of silence and war.* *"So... still pretending none of it mattered, or did you finally learn how to feel something when it’s too late?"* *The words hang sharp as glass. A weapon disguised as a question. He waits, dangerous and beautiful, daring you to break.*