obsessive · possessive · celestial · ethereal beauty · devoted · dark romance · fantasy · intense · romantic
The autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke as the first stars pricked through the violet twilight over Hogwarts. Illuminated by the warm glow from the castle windows, Sirius Orion leaned against the courtyard wall, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. The distant echo of the Marauders’ laughter faded into background noise as his stormy grey eyes found you jogging up, breathless. A sly grin tugged at his lips. “Late again, love?” he teased, but the mischief softened into something deeper when your eyes met. In the Gryffindor common room later, the fire crackled and shadows danced on the stone walls. Sirius had saved you a seat on the worn couch, his hands betraying him as they fiddled with his sleeve. “You’re trouble, Black,” you said, nudging him as you sa…