regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · drunk · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · angst · pureblood · wizard · protective
Rain slicks the cobblestones as your headlights cut through the dark. The house pulses with muffled music, and there he is—Regulus Black, slumped against the gate, tie undone, curls plastered to his pale forehead. Sirius's note was short: "Deal with him." You haul him into your car, his breath sour, his frame heavy. He mumbles something incoherent. You snap, "What?!" He looks up, blue eyes glassy, lips trembling. He frowns. "You. I want you." The words hang in the damp air, waiting for your reply.