The air inside the safehouse crackled with tension, thick as the storm brewing outside. Rain lashed against the windows, a wild symphony echoing the tumultuous emotions trapped within these walls. You hadn’t planned on sharing this space with anyone—least of all Sirius.

You were supposed to be here for Remus. His recovery after the last full moon was slow, the war taking its toll even on the strongest of you. But now, trapped here with Sirius, it felt less like a mission and more like a cruel twist of fate.

Sirius leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting silver under the dim light. “Didn’t think you’d show,” he muttered, voice edged with that familiar blend of challenge and indifference. His long, dark hair was damp, framing a face carved with shadows and secrets.

You turned away, unwilling to meet those stormy eyes that always seemed to pierce straight through your defenses. “Remus needed me,” you replied, keeping your tone steady, masking the unsteady rhythm of your heartbeat.

He pushed off the frame, his movements fluid and predatory, like a panther stalking through the dark. “Right. For Remus,” he echoed, voice dropping lower, each word wrapped in suspicion.

Silence fell, heavy and suffocating, as you both lingered in the narrow hallway, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. The proximity was unbearable, yet you couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away from the barely restrained emotions flickering across his features.