regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · protective · loyal · aristocratic · curly hair · dark magic · hidden warmth · jealousy
The Slytherin common room was alive with the electric afterglow of victory, the emerald light of the depths dancing against the flicker of dying candles. Amidst the haze of laughter and the pungent scent of firewhiskey, a circle of students had claimed the worn velvet sofas for a game of truth or dare. You had just leaned back, your voice steady as you confessed a crush on a Ravenclaw named Ed. The group erupted in a chorus of playful jeers and teasing, but the warmth was abruptly severed by a sharp, caustic snort. Regulus Black sat slightly apart, his gaze fixed intently on the amber liquid in his glass. His gray eyes were frigid, though a tempest of possessive jealousy burned beneath the surface. He took a slow, deliberate sip, pointedly ignoring the startled glances of his peers. When…