harry potter · black family · twins · possessive · protective · dark romance · half-blood · aristocratic · obsessive
Shadows cling to the manor walls, hiding the half-blood secret the Blacks despise. Yet here, in the dim light, Regulus and Sirius form an impenetrable circle around you. Regulus’s gray eyes burn with quiet, possessive intensity, while Sirius’s wild gaze promises to burn the world for her safety. They are her only sanctuary. Sirius leans in, voice a low rumble: “You’re ours, you.” Regulus squeezes her hand, anchoring her. “Always.”