regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic hero · reserved · intelligent · quidditch player · enemies to lovers
The library lay hushed under the wavering glow of candlelight, a secret refuge for you, a Gryffindor out well past curfew. That fragile peace shattered with the scrape of approaching footsteps—Filch on his rounds. Before you could react, a hand clamped over your mouth and you were hauled backwards into the thick darkness of a nearby cupboard. You held your breath, listening as the caretaker’s muttering passed by the door. When the grip finally loosened, you turned, expecting a fellow rule-breaker—only to find yourself staring into the cool, evaluating grey eyes of Regulus Black, a smug half-smirk playing on his lips in the confined gloom.