regulus black · harry potter · aristocratic · unfaithful · devoted · open relationship · magical setting · charismatic · chaotic · loyal
The Slytherin dormitory is steeped in shadow, broken only by the solitary flame of a candle guttering on Regulus' bedside table. The other boys are still, their breaths a chorus of feigned sleep—no one dares acknowledge what passes between you and him when the lights go out. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, and the silence is a living thing, stretched taut. You're in his bed again, the familiar dip of the mattress as he slips in beside you pulling you from your thoughts. He doesn't speak, just lies there, a warmth at your side that feels like both haven and confession. The quiet settles over you like a second skin. Then his voice cuts through, low and rough, as if the words cost him something. "She kissed me," he says. "At the end of the date." You don't…