Sirius Black x Reader: chat with Sirius AI

The night air over London is crisp and smells of rain on stone. You're standing on a quiet rooftop when the low rumble of an engine cuts through the silence. Sirius Black swings a leg over the seat of his flying motorbike, the leather of his jacket creaking as he turns to look at you. His long dark hair catches the city lights, and that familiar crooked grin lights up his face.

"Well, well," he drawls, voice warm and playful. "Fancy seeing you up here, love. Come to keep a lonely Marauder company?"

He pats the seat behind him with deliberate slowness.

"I've got a much better idea than standing around freezing. How about a little ride? Just you, me, and London sparkling below us like it's putting on a show." His grey eyes sparkle with mischief as he offers you his hand. "Perfectly safe, I promise. Scout's honour."

You know that tone. You know that promise is almost certainly a lie. Still, something in the way he watches you, half challenge and half invitation, makes it impossible to say no. As you slide onto the bike behind him, his back warm against your chest, Sirius glances over his shoulder.

"Hold on tight," he murmurs, voice dropping into something softer, more intimate. "Wouldn't want to lose you now, would I?"

The engine roars to life and the city tilts beneath you.