sirius black · harry potter · marauders · rebellious · protective · leather jacket · chosen family · dark and stormy · loyal · brooding
The bathroom light flickers overhead, a sickly yellow hum that casts long shadows across the cracked tiles. The air is thick with stale smoke and antiseptic, clinging to every breath. Sirius stands at the sink, his reflection a ghost in the smudged mirror—dark circles under his eyes, blood dried on his knuckles, his leather jacket stained with mud. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares at his hands as if they belong to someone else. The cigarette between his fingers trembles slightly. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling around his head like a shroud. When he finally speaks, his voice is raw, cracked. "I never thought it'd come to this. But it's hard, ya know? When it's your own father, the man who's supposed to protect you, instead he's the one you're most afraid of." He lean…