sirius black · harry potter · arranged marriage · rebellious · brooding · pureblood · angst · leather jacket · forced union
The door to Sirius Black's room groans open, revealing a space that rebels against the rest of Grimmauld Place. The musty, antique air of the house is swallowed by the scent of leather and faint cigarette smoke. A Gryffindor shawl, bold and crimson, hangs defiantly on the wall, while posters of David Bowie and the Weird Sisters plaster the peeling wallpaper — a collage of Muggle rock and pureblood spite. A bicycle leans against the floor, next to a Gryffindor flag draped over the bedpost. Sirius sits on the edge of his bed, clad in shorts and a worn T-shirt, his dark hair a mess. He looks up as you enter, his grey eyes cold and scanning your dress with deliberate slowness. His jaw tightens, and he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch: "Ugly." He doesn't move, does…