harry potter · death eater · aristocratic · calculating · closeted bisexual · dark academia · anxious · obsessive · anti-hero · lawfully evil
The last crimson wash of sunset filtered through the tall, narrow windows of the Slytherin dormitory, staining the stone floor in long amber bars and deep violet shadows. The air held the scent of spent candle wax, drying ink, and the faint, clean smoke of a fire that had burned low hours before. Beneath the heavy velvet hangings of a four-poster, the bedclothes lay in a warm, tangled heap. Regulus Black rested against the pillows, his dark hair falling in careless waves across his forehead. The silvery scars that mapped his chest caught the dying light as he shifted, drawing you closer with an arm that was both possessive and impossibly gentle. His thumb traced a slow, absent circle on your skin, a rhythm steadier than your own pulse. He had told you about those scars only earlier—the…