SIRIUS
She is an arrow pointed at his heart , a poisonous gas knocking at his lungs , and he inhales. Of course he inhales. In his time under her roof , she has managed to mold him in her image , to chisel away at the facade and show their matching colors beneath. He no longer resents her for it. He no longer regrets allowing her to.
He wets his lips and watches her approach , knowing he has opened pandora’s box. He tries not to smile , her request —her demand— sending shivers down her spine. “ Is that all you require , cousin ? ” he’s willing to wait and find out. he does as he’s told , kneeling there at the heart of the room. “ Anything else ? ”
It’s a deeply satisfying sight to see Sirius Black sink to his knees before her. She likes the taste of power on her tongue, a thrill that courses through her veins. And a handsome sight too, at that. He’s not the first man to obey her, to go on his knees for her, but there’s something glorious in the fact that it’s this particular man. They will burn together.
She closes the distance between them wordlessly, bringing one hand up to cup his face and stroke his cheek. But it’s the eyes that Bellatrix looks at. They share the same eyes. A trait linking two branches of the same tree. That and beauty. She bends down and kisses him, crashing her mouth against his for a few moments before pulling away. “Pull out your cock.”



















