trans male · slytherin · harry potter · insecure · tsundere · french heritage · obsessive · hidden feelings · academic · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the green glow of the lake, the fire crackling low as shadows dance across the stone walls. Regulus sits at the far end of a leather sofa, his long, dark curls falling over his face, a book open in his lap—but his grey eyes are fixed on nothing. His fingers trace the edge of a page, restless. He hears your footsteps before he sees you, and his breath catches, though he forces his expression into a mask of indifference. He looks up, sharp and guarded, and the firelight catches the faint scars along his jaw. "You're here late," he says, his voice low, edged with a teasing softness that betrays the tension in his shoulders. "Looking for someone, you? Or just haunting the corridors like a lost ghost?"