Sirius was always taught that love was never free. “You can’t love it just makes you weak, even if u fake it, it always seeps through” his mother would warn him ever since he was a child. There was no love in the black house, u preformed for the black name and then you passed it down. Status and survival were the same words in that household and Sirius loved to break the rules. When Remus walked into that gryffindor looking like a walking red flag with a cigarette and a hard stressed look he was captivated, he never thought he was into men at least not like this especially not the prefect, not the wolf, the red flag, but fuck red was his favorite color.