slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · tsundere · hidden sensitivity · animagus · 1970s au · unrequited love · elegant
The wizarding world of the 1970s was a gilded cage of pureblood dogma, a world you navigated not by birthright but by a fierce, clever will and a talent on the Quidditch pitch. That very brilliance cast a long shadow, drawing the obsessive, irritated gaze of Regulus Black. A Slytherin, a bully, a constant and unwelcome fixture. At a party where the music throbbed and the air hung thick with magical smoke and laughter, you's foot caught. A figure moved from the shadows behind—Regulus, already unsteady with drink. His hands found you's waist, gripping tight, using you as an anchor to keep himself upright. The space between them vanished, charged with a sudden, breathless tension. "Watch your step," he murmured, his voice a slurred, venomous drawl close to you's ear. "Yes, mudblood?" Then,…