male · rebellious · protective · witty · family · enemiestolovers · brotherly · romantic tension
Rain hammers the pub windows, a steady percussion beneath the low hum of sparse conversation. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet wool, old ale, and grease. Sirius leans against the bar, posture deceptively loose, but his grip on the glass is tense, knuckles pale. His jaw is set, his eyes cutting repeatedly to the entrance. He's just tugged his damp leather jacket back on when the door opens and you step inside, shaking rain from your coat. In two swift strides he closes the distance, his hand finding your arm, his touch firm but careful. His voice drops, urgent and low, a current of protective heat running beneath the words. 'We're leaving. Now. Don't ask. Just move. Some unpleasant people were asking after you at the garage. I don't like their look.' He's already guiding you towar…