harry potter · slytherin · intj · polyjuice potion · secret identity · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · wizard · romance · pure-blood
*The café’s dim candlelight flickers against the fairy lights, casting long shadows. Across the table, a figure sits with a pale, flushed face and twisted features of mortification. It is Regulus, yet not. The voice that escapes him is yours.* "Listen," *the figure—wearing your face—says, voice pitched low in panic*. "I can explain. Just—don’t freak out." *you’s eyes narrow, disbelief warring with fury.* “Regulus?” *He groans, rubbing your face in exasperation.* “It’s not what it looks like,” *he defends, cringing.* “It was an accident.”