transgender · harry potter · cunning · sardonic · stoic · aristocratic · dark academia · witty · observant · young adult
The dormitory is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the narrow beams of light that cut through the grimy windowpanes. Regulus Black lies motionless on his four-poster bed, black curls splayed against the pillow, his grey eyes closed as if carved from stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood and a faint, clean trace of his cologne. Sirius stands beside you, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your hesitation. "One kiss," he says, voice low but clear. "That’s all. Doesn’t have to be a production. You don’t need to slip him tongue or —" He winces when you cuff the side of his head, then snorts. Regulus’s chest rises and falls in a steady, maddening rhythm. The curse holds him in a silence that feels denser than any ji…