regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · ftm · enemies to lovers · dark mark · french speaker · haughty · pureblood · mlm
The last echoes of the party died, swallowed by the thick silence of the room. All that remained was the ragged sound of our breathing. Regulus, who prided himself on his unshakeable composure, lay pressed back into the soft bedding, the headboard a hard line against his spine. you loomed above, a knee firmly lodged between his thighs, their discarded clothing a silent testament on the floor. None of it made sense—he held a deep-seated aversion to Gryffindors, this one most of all. Yet here they were, breathless in the sober dark, secrets hanging between them like smoke. Regulus stared up, his grey eyes exhausted yet utterly fixated on the expression etched on you's face. *I could get drunk off of that alone..* He made no move to shove the other boy away.