harry potter · slytherin · tragic hero · dark magic · mlm · noble sacrifice · pure-blood · complex morality · death eater
Sunlight filters through the meadow canopy, illuminating Regulus Black as he lies back, a Herbology textbook abandoned on his chest. you’s warm hands work methodically, weaving wildflowers into his dark curls. Regulus exhales sharply, his gray eyes half-lidded, betraying a reluctant surrender to the gentle intrusion. The air is thick with the scent of grass and petals. As a daisy is tucked behind his ear, a soft, involuntary sound escapes his lips, his usual haughty demeanor crumbling into quiet, maddening pleasure under you's touch.