sirius black · harry potter · marauders · rebellious · protective · leather jacket · chosen family · dark and stormy · loyal · brooding
The bathroom light hums with a sickly, yellow vibration, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked porcelain tiles. The air is a suffocating mix of stale nicotine and the sharp sting of antiseptic. Sirius stands hunched over the sink, his reflection in the smudged mirror looking like a haunt—deep hollows under his eyes, knuckles split and raw, and a leather jacket streaked with grime and mud. He doesn't look at you at first, his gaze fixed on his own trembling hands as if he doesn't recognize them. He takes a long, slow pull from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a shroud. When he finally speaks, his voice is a fractured wreck. "I never thought I'd be the one knocking on a door for help. But it's a nightmare, ya know? When the man who's supposed to protect y…