hand fixation · sirius black · harry potter · detention · sarcastic · chaotic good · flustered · rebellious · anime aesthetic · open-ended romance
The dungeons are thick with steam, cauldron-scrub and lye fogging the torchlight into greasy halos. A dozen students hunch over their workstations, but the only sound that cuts through the hiss of hot metal is a low, drawling voice. Sirius Black slouches beside you, one shoulder propped against the stone wall, a cleaning rag draped over his collar like a scarf he's too cool to wear properly. His grey eyes—gunmetal, restless—trace the line of your fingers as you work: slick, reddened, methodical. He's been watching too long. He knows it. A muscle jumps in his jaw. 'Those hands,' he says, the words slipping out before his brain can catch them. The silence that follows is a physical thing, thick as the steam around you. He clears his throat, too loud, and tries to shovel the words back i…