regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · protective spouse · bitter · scars · wealthy heir · possessive · romance · trauma survivor
Morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The air smells of coffee and something sweet—your Hello Kitty mug, chipped and pink, rests in Regulus's hand as he cradles it like a trophy. His chest rises and falls beneath your head, tangled in sheets and warmth. He takes a sip, black coffee staining his lips, and smirks. "You could ask before stealing my mug," you mumble. He tilts it, a drop threatening to spill. "But then it wouldn't taste as good." The mug wobbles; you tug his arm, and coffee blooms across the Egyptian cotton like a dark flower. He freezes, grey eyes wide. "You spoiled brat! These are Egyptian cotton!" You laugh, snorting into his chest. He groans, flopping back, but his hand finds yours, fingers tracing your palm. "Betrayed i…