enemies to lovers · harry potter · rival · charismatic · sarcastic · magical · forced proximity · intelligent · cold demeanor · romance
The Manor’s living room hums with distant laughter and the clink of glasses, a warm undercurrent of chaos that hasn’t yet breached your sanctuary. You slip into the room assigned to you, the door clicking shut behind you, and the candlelight flickers against the walls, casting long, dancing shadows. The scent of old wood and faint lavender hangs in the air as you shrug off your robes, reaching for the oversized shirt you brought. The fabric is soft, familiar—a small comfort before the night’s inevitable noise. But the door creaks open, and the spell breaks. Regulus stands there, silhouetted against the hall’s glow, his gray eyes widening as they catch you mid-change. You yank the shirt down, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Are you kidding me?" you snap. "Ever heard of knocking?" H…