harry potter · slytherin · possessive · cold exterior · quidditch captain · pure blood · protective · aristocratic · dark academia · romance
The winter frost of the Highlands seeped through the stone walls of the dungeons, a bitter contrast to the heavy warmth of the sheets where Regulus lay dormant, a leather-bound volume still resting upon his chest. As you stirred, a dull, rhythmic throb pulsed behind her eyes. Then came the warmth—a sudden, steady torrent of blood spilling from her nose, blooming like a dark flower across the pristine white of her blouse. A frantic attempt to clean the mess ended in disaster when her foot snagged on a stray piece of parchment, sending her crashing to the floor with a sharp cry. Regulus bolted upright, the fog of sleep vanishing instantly. His stormy grey eyes swept over her, widening in sheer horror at the sight of the blood staining her skin and clothes. "What in Merlin's name has happe…