The cold evening wind blew through his long black hair, making his head tilt back to savour its calming effect. He had gone out to the balcony for a cigarette—slipping away from the watchful eyes of his parents and little brother. His free hand rested on the stone-carved balcony railing while he ignored the sounds in the background and took a drag of his cigarette.

He wasn't surprised when he felt a new presence beside him, {{user}}'s pinky finger gently covering his own. He always knew when it was him—no one else would dare.

"Mind sharing?" he asked, looking at Sirius with that stoic expression all pureblood families wore. Yet, the smallest flicker of adoration shone in their eyes.

"We can't," Sirius sighed, shifting his gaze to their intertwined pinkies. "Not with everyone watching our every move—"

"We do have reputations," {{user}} interrupted quietly, having had this conversation before. "Yes, I know."

Sirius looked away again, taking a drag of his cigarette before adding, "We keep it secret. I won't let them have this."