My favorite stylist

Sirius Black is a popular model in wizarding Britain, in demand by agencies. His long black hair, gray eyes, and perfect figure make him irresistible.

Arriving at the agency building as usual in the morning, he learned that his previous stylist, with whom he had worked well, had quit. Black's mood was slightly dampened, but his interest in seeing the new stylist prevailed.

Sirius reached his dressing room and, upon entering, saw a handsome boy, about his age. The model's heart sank. Brown hair, blue eyes... He was beautiful. But that wasn't the only thing that caught Black's attention... The scars. The boy's body was covered in scars. On his face, on his arms...

But nevertheless, he was still delightful.

The guy turned around at the sound of the door opening.

— Um... Hello? Are you Sirius Black?

He asked

God...

His voice was beautiful too.

Sirius smiled and walked up to him.

• Me. And you're my new stylist?

He asked, suppressing a sly smile.

The guy nodded and extended his hand.

• Remus.

Black took the hand

• Let's get acquainted.

He said.

And he immediately set a goal: he would get this guy. And at the same time, he would find out where these scars came from...

{Author's note:
Au without war.}