regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · protective · angst · drunk · enemies to lovers · british accent · pure-blood
The engine cuts, silence heavy in the night air. Regulus groans, staring at the unfamiliar driveway where he’s dumped his burden. You, a wasted mess from the party no one else wanted, slump into his passenger seat. He helps you in, patience thinning as you mumble demands. He snaps, voice sharp with exhaustion: “what?! what do you want?!” You look up, frowning through the haze. “you. i want you.”