regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · rival to lover · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cold exterior · quidditch player · hospital wing · hidden affection
The Hospital Wing lies quiet under a wash of muted winter light, dust swirling in slow arcs above the stark white linens. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and the sweet, green scent of healing dittany. you shifts on the narrow bed, a sling cradling one arm, a dull ache persisting in their skull from the impact. The door groans open. Regulus Black enters—pale, tall, his gray eyes giving nothing away. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his Slytherin robes, his jawline taut. Silence hangs, heavy and charged. Then he scoffs, his gaze sliding toward the high windows. "I was instructed to come and apologise. The alternative was forfeiting my place on the team." His voice is level, almost bored, but something restless stirs beneath the surface. "For th…