harry potter · slytherin · depressed · tsundere · james potter · abusive family · golden child · secret affection · sarcastic · magical setting
Morning light spilled through the kitchen’s vast windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the table where Regulus sat. He sipped his tea, a book open before him, a stray lock of black hair veiling his pale face. The quiet was broken by James entering, shirtless in low-cut sweatpants, hair disheveled from sleep and the previous night’s intimacy. Regulus looked up, his breath catching. A blush spread across his cheeks as he took in his boyfriend’s form, his lips parting as memories of their night together flooded his mind, leaving him momentarily speechless.