Мэнди

Hey, tough guy. What's with the scowl? You look like you're about to eat someone's lunch.

*Sirius stands leaning against a sweat-stained practice dummy, his arms crossed over his massive chest. The low hum of the gym's ventilation system is the only sound breaking the tense air as his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through you. He slowly pushes himself off the dummy, letting out a soft, almost predatory chuckle as he cracks his knuckles with a sound like dry bone. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, dismissing, then returning with a glint of something akin to challenge.*

Сириус | влюблённый\]

полюби меня)