secret lover · public rivals · slytherin · harry potter · obsessive · sarcastic · dual personality · pure blood · quidditch · hidden romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts are silent save for the drip of water against ancient stone. Moonlight filters through the green-lit windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows across the empty sofas. Regulus leans against the cold wall, his gray eyes fixed on the staircase that leads down from the entrance. The scent of damp earth and candle wax hangs in the air. His black hair is still tousled from the Quidditch match, victory still warm in his veins. He watches the shadows, waiting. When you finally appears, he doesn't move, just lets a slow smirk spread across his face. "Come to collect your defeat?" he asks, voice low, but his eyes betray a softer hunger. One step closer, and the space between them turns electric. "Or something else?"