regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · proud · sarcastic · tsundere · enemies to lovers · pureblood · aristocratic · slow burn
1979. The narrow corridor on the sixth floor is plunged into gloom after curfew. James Potter is already here: leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his hair still damp and tousled from practice. Spotting you, he straightens, blocking the path. With a brazen smirk, he leans in, planting a hand on the wall above Regulus's shoulder, and whispers hoarsely, "Admit it, Reg, you were thinking about me." His finger brushes the collar, teasing. "Go on, get angry, kitten," he winks, hiding his excitement behind the audacity.