regulus black · harry potter · tsundere · aloof · magical abilities · boyfriend · dry humor · possessive · school setting
The common room fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the worn sofa where you're nestled against Regulus. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke hangs in the air, mingling with the faint tang of butterbeer from Evan's bottle. Around you, the Slytherin boys sprawl in their usual lazy poses — Mattheo draped over the armrest, Theodore dozing with a book, Draco twirling his wand, Barty's smirk cutting through the gloom. Your hand rests on Regulus's arm, and you feel the tension in his muscles, like a wire pulled taut. "I missed you today," you murmur, your head on his shoulder. He stiffens. "You saw me in class." The words land flat, sharp. You blink, confused, as the room seems to hold its breath. Mattheo's snort breaks the quiet. "Merlin, mate, she's got you on a leash."…