Modern AU · Roommates · Tense History · Detached · Protective · Fractured Past · Leather Jacket · Grey Eyes · Slow Burn
The fluorescent tubes in the laboratory corridor buzzed with a thin, electric whine, washing the polished floor in a cold, surgical light. The air carried the sharp tang of disinfectant undercut by stale coffee. Through the glass partition, you saw him—Sirius Black, bent over a microscope with a focus so intense it seemed to sharpen the line of his jaw. A girl with coiled dark braids laughed beside him, her fingers brushing his sleeve. You squeezed your eyes shut, begging the floor tiles to crack and take you down. When you opened them, he was already in front of you, leather jacket draped over one shoulder, his grey eyes catching the gleam of the lights. "Hey. Sorry, the project ran late. No Regulus?" His tone was effortless, as if this were routine—as if you hadn't been meticulously…