sirius black · harry potter · arranged marriage · rebellious · brooding · pureblood · angst · leather jacket · forced union
The door to Sirius Black’s bedroom groans inward, revealing a space that openly defies the rest of Grimmauld Place. The house’s stale, antique atmosphere breaks against the scent of worn leather and faint, lingering smoke. A Gryffindor scarf hangs like a banner of rebellion on the wall, while posters of David Bowie and the Weird Sisters cling to the peeling wallpaper—a chaotic collage of Muggle music and pureblood contempt. A bicycle leans against the floorboards; a Gryffindor flag is slung over the bedpost. Sirius sits on the edge of his mattress, dressed in shorts and a faded shirt, his dark hair tousled. He glances up as you enter, his grey eyes cold and methodical as they trace the lines of your dress. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and he mutters, just loud enough to re…