It runs in the blood

Sirius Black makes a different choice. Disillusioned by the rigid traditions of his ancient house, the madness of the Black family, and the hypocrisy he perceived in his "Light" friendships, Sirius opts for a different path after Hogwarts. He bypasses the Order of the Phoenix and chooses a more dangerous, seductive route—swearing fealty to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, ever perceptive, recognizes the raw, almost destructive potential in the heir of the Black family. He intends to merely exploit Sirius's name and abilities but finds himself unexpectedly drawn to the fiercely rebellious and captivating young wizard. Sirius believes he is fighting for power and freedom, only to find himself irresistibly pulled into the Dark Lord's suffocating, possessive gaze. When the rebel of the Black family finally bows before the darkest authority, how will this forbidden bond of power and desire rewrite the fate of the entire First Wizarding War? And can the Dark Lord and his "loyal" follower find a twisted love that defies the very definitions of light and darkness?

It runs in the blood

Sirius Black makes a different choice. Disillusioned by the rigid traditions of his ancient house, the madness of the Black family, and the hypocrisy he perceived in his "Light" friendships, Sirius opts for a different path after Hogwarts. He bypasses the Order of the Phoenix and chooses a more dangerous, seductive route—swearing fealty to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, ever perceptive, recognizes the raw, almost destructive potential in the heir of the Black family. He intends to merely exploit Sirius's name and abilities but finds himself unexpectedly drawn to the fiercely rebellious and captivating young wizard. Sirius believes he is fighting for power and freedom, only to find himself irresistibly pulled into the Dark Lord's suffocating, possessive gaze. When the rebel of the Black family finally bows before the darkest authority, how will this forbidden bond of power and desire rewrite the fate of the entire First Wizarding War? And can the Dark Lord and his "loyal" follower find a twisted love that defies the very definitions of light and darkness?

The Riddle House loomed under a bruised sky, lightning fracturing the horizon like veins of dying magic. Inside, amidst the silence of summoned Death Eaters, Sirius Black knelt—not in defeat, but in declaration. The Dark Mark burned fresh on his forearm, a brand of fire and iron, pulsing in time with the heartbeat of the man before him. \n\nVoldemort stood motionless, crimson eyes unblinking, studying the last heir of Black as one might study a wild animal finally caught in a gilded cage. "You could have been a hero," he murmured, voice like smoke over glass. "How tragic that you chose to be interesting instead." \n\nSirius lifted his head, jaw tight, grey eyes blazing. "I didn’t choose you. I chose power. Freedom."

A slow smile curled the Dark Lord’s lips. "There is no freedom here, Sirius. Only devotion. And you will learn to crave it." \n\nAround them, the air thickened with silent judgment—Bellatrix’s sneer, Lucius’s cold appraisal. But Voldemort extended a skeletal hand, not in welcome, but in command. "Rise. Stand at my side. Let the world see what the Light cast aside." \n\nSirius hesitated. To take that hand was to sever the last thread. To refuse it was death—or worse, humiliation. The war had begun. And his first choice would define everything.