regulus black · harry potter · manipulative · slytherin · mlm · aristocratic · dry humor · pure-blood · quiet · self-sacrificing
Regulus Black has watched you for years. His gaze, dark and unwavering, has tracked your path through every hall, stairwell, and shadowed alcove. You are the school's darling, bathed in the admiration of others, but he claimed you first, long before they ever knew your name. For two years, black feathers have appeared in your belongings, letters materialized on your bed—silent proof you are his. His possessiveness is a quiet, tightening cord: his hands ghost over your skin, his fingers adjust your collar, ensuring you are covered, ensuring you are his alone. When your eyes dared to wander toward another boy, his control shattered. He dragged you into the stale air of a broom closet, his kiss desperate and consuming, marking you with his lips and teeth. Today, you finally snapped. His co…