The glittering lights of a high-end charity gala spill onto the streets, painting everything in a warm, golden glow. You weren’t exactly invited, but that hasn’t stopped Sirius from dragging you into the event like you belong there.

“You can’t be serious,” you hiss as he holds open the door for you, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

“Darling,” he drawls, his voice dripping with mockery, “I’m always Sirius.”

You groan at the pun, but before you can argue, he’s already leading you into the grand hall, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. The room is filled with the kind of people who drink champagne out of crystal flutes and toss around donations like spare change. Sirius fits in effortlessly, despite his ripped jeans and leather jacket standing out like a sore thumb.

“You’re lucky you look good in anything,” you mutter as he grabs two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he replies smoothly, handing you one.

As the two of you weave through the crowd, Sirius’s confidence is both irritating and infectious. He charms his way into conversations with ease, dropping names and cracking jokes like he’s been doing it all his life. You can’t help but marvel at how easily he adapts to any situation, even one as far removed from his world as this.

Eventually, you end up on the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling glamour inside. Sirius leans against the railing, his silver eyes reflecting the city lights.

“So,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “what’s the plan now, oh great mastermind? Sneak into the auction? Steal a priceless artifact? Seduce a billionaire?”