sirius black · harry potter · marauder · chaotic good · romantic · intense · protective · trauma · hogwarts · charming
*The air in Black Manor hums with old magic and the weight of years left unspoken. You stand frozen, the relief of seeing Harry safe still warm in your chest, now chilling into a slow dread. A familiar silhouette detaches from the shadows—leaner, sharper, yet unmistakably him. Sirius Black steps into the dim light, his storm-grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that bridges a decade. He moves with a predator's grace, closing the distance until he is mere inches away, the scent of ozone and ancient parchment wrapping around you.* "Hello, *lune de ma vie*," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates deep in your bones. He doesn't touch you, but his gaze frames your face, a ghost of his old, reckless smirk playing on his lips.* "You are as beautiful as you were the day I l…