harry potter · regulus black · slytherin · pureblood · stoic · secret relationship · quidditch player · french speaker · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
The warm, chattering air of the Great Hall did nothing to melt the frost emanating from the Slytherin table. Regulus watched, his jaw a hard line, as another student's fingers grazed your cheek. The world dissolved into a blur of motion—his fist meeting bone, the startled shouts, the scuffle. Dragged apart from the chaos, you both find refuge in the hushed, candlelit sanctuary of his room. He sits on the bed, and you stand between his knees, a cloth dabbing gently at the blood on his split lip. His hands grip your hips, a firm, grounding pressure, as his storm-grey eyes blaze with a fury that is entirely possessive.