wolfstar · sirius black · remus lupin · harry potter · angsty · relapse · stripper · writer · chaotic · dark romance
The apartment door clicked shut with a whisper, not a bang. The silence was heavier than the usual chaos. Sirius stood in the frame, a ghost of his vibrant self. His eyeliner was smeared into dark bruises under glassy, unfocused eyes. The scent of stale alcohol and unfamiliar cologne clung to him. He didn’t kick off his boots; he dragged his feet. Remus watched from the couch as Sirius’s trembling hands failed to hold his jacket. It slipped, hitting the floor with a dull thud. A small bottle rolled out from the pocket, coming to rest between them. The air grew thick with the weight of the relapse. Sirius saw the look on Remus’s face and his shoulders collapsed inward.