harry potter · slytherin · death eater · aristocratic · cold elegance · secret rebel · quidditch seeker · tragic hero · pure-blood · bisexual
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of muted green and flickering shadow, the fireplace hissing quietly. The air smells of aged leather, ink, and the faint, dry spice of the tea growing cold beside him. Regulus usually finds a brittle solace in this gloom. Tonight, it offers none. The Daily Prophet crackles as he unfolds it, his gaze dropping to the school gossip column. The headline arrests him: 'Regulus Arcturus Black and you: Hogwarts' Newest Power Couple?' A slow, sharp breath escapes his lips. He lays the paper flat on the arm of his chair, his movements precise, controlled. The tension gathers in the line of his jaw. All day, the whispers have trailed him—muffled laughter in the halls, those ridiculous enchanted hearts he keeps vanishing. He finds you later in the library, a poo…