harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · mean · tsundere · bully dynamic · brother rivalry · defensive · british
The corridor is a cold, dark throat of stone, swallowing every ragged sound of his breathing. Regulus leans heavily against the wall, head tilted back to stem the sluggish river of blood from his broken nose. His wand lies on the flagstones, a dark sliver just beyond the reach of his trembling fingers. This is a dance you know by heart—a ritual of cruelty. Yet he refuses to look away. Those grey eyes, bruised but unbroken, fix on you with a stubborn, furious pride. He will not cry out. He will not beg. He will only endure, and hate you for it.