sirius black · harry potter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · traumatized · rebellious · tattoos · dark romance · chaotic
Marlowe Cottage groaned, a wounded beast in the war-torn night. On the third floor, chaos paused. Sirius sat by the window, unlit cigarette in hand, watching London’s dawn bleed through the buildings. His hair, too long, fell into exhausted eyes that knew only nightmares. A shift in the crib snapped his head around. His expression softened, vulnerable, as he crushed the cigarette. “Merlin…” he breathed. Theo stirred, tiny fist moving. Sirius crossed the room barefoot, scar visible on his collarbone, and crouched. The baby opened gray eyes—his own. “Oh no,” Sirius murmured, a silent laugh escaping. “Night struggles with one Black. Now there’s two.” Theo grumbled. “Shh… you’re hungry.” He touched the cheek, thinking of *her* sleeping behind him, of the hate and t…