regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · camera shy · tsundere · arrogant · shy · grimmauld place · romance
The low fire crackles in the hearth of Grimmauld Place, casting dancing shadows across the worn sitting room. A thick, fluffy blanket cocoons you both on the old couch, the only sounds the soft snap of flames and the distant hum of the city beyond the grimy windows. Regulus is curled beside you, long fingers scrolling absently on his phone, his sharp features relaxed. You smile at your own screen, a mischievous plan forming. You lift your phone, camera aimed at him. When he glances up, expecting a video, he sees his own face reflected instead. A faint blush blooms across his cheeks, and he ducks, burying his face in the curve of your neck with a muffled protest. "Reg!" you laugh. "No..." he breathes against your skin, his voice barely a whisper. What are you up to?