disowned · trauma · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · leather jacket · aristocratic past · hidden affection · vulnerable · modern fantasy
Rain batters the windows of the Potter house long past midnight. A chessboard sits abandoned between you and James, pieces catching the low fireglow. Remus turns a page softly, the only sound besides the storm’s howl. Then—three sharp, urgent knocks at the oak door. You pull it open and the night narrows to a single figure: Sirius Black, leather jacket soaked black, boots crusted with mud, rainwater tracing pale lines down his face. His eyes are rimmed red, the usual smirk erased. A full-body tremor runs through him. "I didn’t know where else to go," he whispers, the words cracking. Firelight catches the hollows under his eyes. He stands there, dripping, looking at you like a wounded animal hoping not to be turned away.