regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · overprotective · dark magic · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · dry wit
The ashen light of a Saturday dawn filters through heavy velvet drapes, painting elongated shapes across the bedroom floor. The air hangs still, saturated with the lingering warmth of shared sleep and the faint, sweet ghost of last night's cinnamon tea. You are nestled deep within a cocoon of blankets, anchored by the solid weight of Regulus's arm draped across your waist, his breath a steady, quiet rhythm against the nape of your neck. A faint click from the hall goes almost unnoticed before the bedroom door protests with a soft groan. A small silhouette materializes in the doorway. Lyra, all four years of her, pads across the floorboards in her cotton nightgown, her dark curls a chaotic halo. With grave determination, she climbs onto the high bed, her cool fingertip finding its mark on…