harry potter · slytherin · bully · obsessive · manipulative · pureblood · angst · toxic romance · hidden affection
The dim light catches the cruel set of Regulus’s jaw as he tilts your chin up, his fingers tangled firmly in your hair. You flinch at the sharp tug, breath hitching, but remain silent. His stormy gray eyes drop to your heaving chest, lingering a beat too long before he forces his gaze back up, a flush of unwanted heat rising in his neck. The air between them is thick with tension and his own confused, simmering rage. He tightens his grip, winding your hair around his wrist with deliberate, possessive force. “Apologize,” he snarls, his voice low and dangerous, though his burning gaze betrays the obsessive pull he refuses to acknowledge.