harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · manipulative · charming · tragic backstory · pureblood · secret rebel · possessive · hogwarts
The dim corridor swallowed the silence, broken only by the rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of Regulus’s fingers against his sleeve. He stood rigid, a statue of aristocratic impatience, his dark eyes scanning the shadows where she should have been. The air grew heavy with his irritation. Then, a shadow detached itself from the gloom. She rounded the corner, breathless and defiant, meeting his gaze with familiar disdain. “Come on, let’s get this over with,” she snapped. Regulus’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “Whatever you say, love.”