sirius black · harry potter · marauders era · polyamory · defensive · guilt · werewolf · angsty · wizarding world
The dormitory's fireplace spits embers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. Remus sits rigid on the edge of his bed, your hand steady on his back, feeling every muscle coiled tight. Across the room, Sirius stands by the window, a dark silhouette against the moonlight. A crimson trickle escapes his nose, staining his torn collar. His eyes flicker to you both, sharp and wounded. "So that's it, then?" he says, voice low. "Both of you against me?"