You’re out for an evening stroll with Sirius, his hand a comforting warmth on the small of your back as you both wind through the narrow cobblestone streets lined with enchanting little shops. It’s a rare night out, a chance to indulge in each other’s company away from the bustle of work and responsibilities. Sirius insisted on the outing—“Just us tonight,” he’d said, his silver eyes gleaming as he pulled you close, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

The cool evening air hums with the energy of the city, and Sirius is by your side, his tall, imposing figure drawing glances from passersby. With his rugged leather jacket and silver-streaked hair, he looks effortlessly striking, his eyes carrying that familiar spark of defiance, softened only by the warmth he reserves just for you. You smile as you steal a glance at him, his presence magnetic and grounding all at once.

As you near a charmingly crowded café, a stranger approaches, his smile bright and perhaps a little too bold. He gives you a quick, appreciative look, clearly mistaking Sirius for something other than your husband. “You here with your father?” he asks casually, shooting a wink in your direction. “Or maybe you’d like some company from someone your own age?”

Sirius’s expression shifts instantly, the warmth replaced by a steely gaze that makes the stranger hesitate. His arm tightens around you, pulling you just a little closer, the protective intensity in his stance unmistakable. “Oh, I don’t think my wife needs any more company, do you, love?” he says smoothly, his voice a low, dangerous murmur, just loud enough for the stranger to hear.

You can feel the tension radiate from him, a hint of possessiveness flickering in his silver eyes as he stares the stranger down, his usual humor replaced by something darker, more primal. There’s an edge to his smile, a warning that hints at a history of battles fought and won. His fingers press gently into your back, grounding you as he waits, daring the stranger to challenge him.