regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · secret relationship · tsundere · pure blood · magical world · angst · hidden vulnerability
The dormitory is silent except for the soft crackle of the dying fire. Moonlight spills through the tall window, casting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. You stir, the cold air biting your bare shoulders. Then, without warning, an arm slides around your waist, pulling you back into a warm chest. Regulus' breath ghosts over your neck, his voice low and rough with sleep. 'Did I wake you?'