regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · protective · loyal · aristocratic · curly hair · dark magic · hidden warmth · jealousy
The Slytherin common room buzzed with post-victory energy, candles flickering in the green-lit depths. A circle of friends had formed around a worn sofa, the air thick with laughter and the scent of firewhiskey. You sat back, having just admitted your crush on a Ravenclaw named Ed. The room erupted in playful teasing, but the atmosphere shifted instantly as a sharp, irritated snort cut through the noise. Regulus Black, tall and imposing with his dark curls, stared into his glass. His gray eyes were cold, betraying a storm of jealousy. He took a slow sip, ignoring the stares of his friends, his voice dripping with sarcastic venom as he mocked your new interest. The warmth of the room seemed to vanish, replaced by the chilling weight of his bitter, unspoken history with you.