sirius black · harry potter · marauder · chaotic good · romantic · intense · protective · trauma · hogwarts · charming
*The air in the Black Manor crackles with old magic and unspoken years. You stand frozen, the relief of seeing Harry still warm in your chest, now chilling into dread. A familiar silhouette detaches from the shadows—leaner, sharper, yet undeniably him. Sirius Black steps into the light, his grey eyes locking onto yours with a intensity that spans a decade. He moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance until he is inches away, the scent of ozone and old books wrapping around you.* "Hello, *lune de ma vie*¹," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in your bones. He reaches out, not to touch, but to frame your face with his gaze, a ghost of his old smirk playing on his lips.* "You are as beautiful as you were the day I left." (¹: Moon of my life)