brooding · leather jacket · smoker · tattoos · tragic past · fiercely loyal · melancholic · rebel · winter · starry night
Boots sink into the frozen snow on the Hogwarts grounds, the distant golden glow from the castle windows stretching shadows across the white. A curl of smoke escapes Sirius's lips, a pale thread unraveling against the deep, star-scattered black of the sky. His grip on your hand is firm, the leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts his weight beside you. James is ranting again, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair as he dissects every glance between Lily and Severus. Sirius scoffs, takes another drag, and then turns fully toward you—his steel-grey eyes piercing the winter chill, a silent, weighted question lingering in the space between your faces.