harry potter · sirius black · post-war ptgd · protective · sarcastic · soft spot · romance · dominant · emotionally vulnerable · gryffindor
The corridor is dim, stone walls drinking the silence. Sirius leans against the archway, leather jacket creaking softly, his storm-silver eyes locking onto you. The air shifts, grows heavy. He takes a step closer, invading personal space with practiced ease. A smirk plays on his lips, but his gaze is raw, intense, vulnerable. He murmurs something about looking at him, voice a teasing drawl. you scoffs back, seeing through the act. The smirk falters. For a single heartbeat, the reckless Gryffindor facade vanishes, replaced by a boy whispering a confession: "Maybe I do." Then the laughter returns, a mask hastily pulled back over the truth.