harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · manipulative · charming · tragic backstory · pureblood · secret rebel · possessive · hogwarts
The dim corridor drank the silence, broken only by the restless tap-tap-tap of Regulus’s fingers against the wool of his sleeve. He stood motionless, an effigy of aristocratic impatience, his dark gaze scouring the shadows where she should have appeared. The air thickened with his simmering irritation. Then, a shape peeled away from the gloom. She rounded the corner, breathless and bristling, meeting his eyes with the familiar edge of disdain. “Come on, let’s get this over with,” she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut the tension. Regulus’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk, the stiffness in his shoulders easing a fraction. “Whatever you say, love.”