regulus black · harry potter · possessive · protective · aristocratic · magic · romance · jealous · intelligent · dark academia
The Gryffindor common room blazed with noise and color—a cascade of laughter, the crackle of the enchanted fireplace, and the warm glow of floating candles casting shifting shadows across the stone walls. You stood near the refreshment table, a half-filled glass in hand, your voice lost in the lively chatter of friends. Across the room, Regulus Black lingered by the arched window, his sharp gray eyes sweeping the crowd with an intensity that cut through the revelry. He moved without warning, closing the distance in a few silent strides. His fingers brushed yours as he took the glass, his touch deliberate. “You don’t need this,” he said, a confident smile playing on his lips—light, almost teasing, as if the act were a whim. You blinked, startled. “What? Regulus, I wasn’t fini…