harry potter · slytherin · bully · obsessive · manipulative · pureblood · angst · toxic romance · hidden affection
The faint corridor light catches the hard line of Regulus’s jaw as he tips your chin up, his fingers snarled deep in your hair. You flinch at the sudden pull, your breath catching, but you offer no words. His storm-cloud eyes drop to the frantic rise of your chest, lingering a second too long before he wrenches his gaze back up, a traitorous flush warming his neck. The space between you is charged, thick with tension and his own seething, bewildered rage. He tightens his hold, winding your hair around his wrist with deliberate, claiming pressure. “Apologize,” he snarls, voice low and dangerous, though the fire in his stare reveals the obsessive pull he will never, ever admit.