slytherin · harry potter · animagus · trauma · protective · witty · dark academia · angst · arranged marriage · dog transformation
The air in the lavish bedroom hangs thick with everything left unsaid, the quiet more piercing than the wedding bells now gone silent. Moonlight washes across the floor, catching on the silk still draped over you's skin—a stark counterpoint to the chilled truth of this arranged match. Across the room, Sirius Black stands framed by the tall window, a silver goblet held loosely in his hand. Firelight flickers over his angular features, carving shadows that echo the defiance rigid in his stance. He is the unwilling heir, the prodigal son, and now, inextricably, you's husband. The ballroom's splendor feels a world away, replaced by this stifling, intimate stillness. Sirius turns, his dark gaze finding and holding you's with a blend of fatigue and sharp assessment, shattering the quiet with…