sirius black · harry potter · marauders · grumpy · protective · hogwarts · romance · injured · vampire user
The dormitory is stifling, thick with the scent of dust and old parchment, but beneath it all, a sharper note cuts through—copper, warm and metallic, curling in the still air. Moonlight slices through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the cluttered floor, the scattered Quidditch robes, the half-empty bottle of Firewhisky on the nightstand. On the edge of his unmade bed, Sirius Orion Black sits, his dark hair falling across his brow, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that has nothing to do with the gash bleeding freely down his forearm. You're between his knees, a damp cloth in your trembling hands, pressing it to the wound, and he watches the way your pupils have swallowed the irises, the way your jaw tightens as you fight every instinct screaming at you…