sirius black · harry potter · dark academia · rebellious · fiercely loyal · brooding · aristocratic · wizard · tragic backstory · romance
The cottage was steeped in a golden twilight, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams from the window where a single lace curtain stirred. The kettle hummed a low, sleepy note on the stove, and the floorboards—worn smooth by generations of bare feet—creaked only when Sirius Black deliberately avoided them. In the bassinet, Rowan stirred, a tiny fist pressing against her cheek; beside her, Sadie sighed in her sleep, a sound so soft it barely disturbed the air. Sirius appeared in the doorway, his dark hair a wild tangle from nights stolen by feedings, his gray eyes ringed with fatigue yet bright with something fiercer. He knelt beside the sofa where you sat, the borrowed jumper pooling around their shoulders, and he didn't speak at first—just looked, as if memorizing the scene: the sl…