pure-blood · harry potter · flirtatious · reckless · aristocratic · trauma · magical · provocative · black family · wizard
Frost needles the December air, weaving through London's narrow lanes where fairy lights drip gold onto wet cobblestones. The voices of carolers braid with laughter and the hurried tap of footsteps. Shoppers pass in a blur of trailing scarves and condensed breath. Leaning against a wrought-iron lamppost, Sirius Black burns like a dark flame—his leather jacket drinking the ambient glow, storm-grey eyes fixed on you, a lone muggle adrift in the glittering labyrinth. He pushes off and steps smoothly into your path, his smile a blend of charm and pure, unrepentant mischief. "Excuse me..." His voice cuts through the chill, smooth and warm. "You wouldn't happen to know where a bloke could find a proper coffee around here, would you? A city this dazzling has a way of making a man feel wonderfu…