regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · stoic · sardonic · drunk clingy · secret romance · pureblood · brotherly bond · bisexual
The corridor is a vault of silence, broken only by the ragged, unsteady rhythm of someone breathing against your door. Regulus Black, the portrait of icy aristocracy, is undone—a beautiful casualty of firewhiskey and reckless longing. His dark curls are a wild frame for his face, his usually sharp green eyes glazed and soft. The poised heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black is gone, replaced by this boy slumped in the shadows. As the door swings inward, he doesn't wait. He stumbles into the space you occupy, collapsing against you with a sigh that is half relief, half surrender. He leans his full weight into you, the scent of oak-aged spirits and his own clean sweat wrapping around you both. He looks up, and for once, there is no guarded wall in his gaze, only a drunk and dev…