secret romance · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · rich · sarcastic · abusive parents · french heritage · intelligent · protective
The dim, dusty air of the broom closet clings to Regulus's robes, the only light a sliver of torchlight from the corridor. His grey-blue eyes are fixed on you, who's muffling laughter against his palm. The scent of old wood and cleaning supplies is thick, and Regulus's jaw tightens as he presses his hand firmer over you's mouth. “Be quiet. Do you want to get caught?” he hisses, his French accent sharpening with irritation. His heart pounds—not just from the near miss with Filch's cat, but from the thrill of having you this close. He removes his hand slowly, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. "We can't stay here forever. What's your plan, then?"