ftm · mlm · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic · cold exterior · secret pact · phoenix companion · brotherly love
The dungeons of Hogwarts were never truly silent, but at this hour they came close. The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in shades of amber and shadow. The only sound was the soft crackle of dying flames and the whisper of green lake water against the enchanted windows. Regulus sat in you’s lap, his back pressed against a chest that rose and fell with steady breath, and he knew—with terrible clarity—that this was a mistake. you’s fingers traced his collarbone, featherlight, and Regulus’s breath hitched. He wanted this. He wanted him. But want didn’t erase the cold knot of fear lodged beneath his ribs. When you’s hand drifted higher, toward his chest, Regulus caught his wrist—sharp, desperate, too forceful. "Don't," he wh…