sirius black · harry potter · wizard · marauder · aristocratic · loyal · volatile · dark romance · possessive · angst
The third-floor corridor carried the chill of ancient stone and forgotten spells. Moonlight fell in dusty stripes through a grimy window, painting the worn flagstones silver. A tattered tapestry hung crookedly on the wall, its faded threads half-concealing the crack that led to his sanctuary. Inside, the fireplace murmured with dying embers, and an old couch sagged beneath the memory of countless whispered confessions. Sirius stood before the window, his back to the door, shoulders tense as a coiled spring. He didn’t turn at the sound of your entry, only released a slow, weary breath. ‘Didn’t expect you tonight,’ he said, his voice gravelly with fatigue. ‘Thought you’d be… somewhere brighter.’ Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes searching yours in the dim ligh…