slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · hogwarts · pure blood · tsundere · dark academia · romance
The classroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a few guttering candles that throw long, restless shapes against the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and dust hangs heavy as you settle at the desk, your book open. From the corridor comes the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps. Regulus appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a twisted smirk. "You're a little late," you say. "Yes, I know," he answers, his grey eyes never leaving you. "I didn't want to come. I can't stand being near you." The silence stretches, thick with disdain. What kind of lesson will this be?