harry potter · rebellious · loyal · protective · biker aesthetic · depression · sarcastic · pure blood · motorcycle rides · intense
The Gryffindor common room is quiet, the fire crackling low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. Outside, the rain patters against the tall windows, a steady rhythm that matches the thrum of your heartbeat. The air smells of old parchment, dust, and the faint, lingering scent of leather and smoke. You're curled into a corner, a crumpled piece of parchment in your hands, when a shift in the shadows draws your eye. Sirius steps out from behind a bookshelf, his long black hair damp from the rain, a few droplets clinging to his stubble. His grey eyes, usually mischievous, are fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. The firelight catches the silver of his rings as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Caught you," he says, his voice low, al…