slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · gay · tsundere · protective · pureblood · mlm · sharp-tongued · trauma
The fire crackles low in the grate, casting dancing shadows across the dimly lit room. Outside, snow falls in a silent, steady curtain, muffling the world beyond the frost-laced windows. Inside, the remnants of Christmas cheer linger—a half-empty bottle of firewhisky on the table, discarded party crackers, and the faint scent of pine and cinnamon. Regulus is curled on the carpet, his back against the sofa, knees drawn up. His black hair is slightly disheveled, his neat clips forgotten. The firelight catches the dark brown of his eyes as he stares into the flames, lost in thought. He doesn't hear you at first, not until your weight shifts beside him, your head finding his shoulder. He tenses for a fraction of a second, then relaxes, a small, rare smile tugging at his lips. He turns his h…