secret lover · public rivals · slytherin · harry potter · obsessive · sarcastic · dual personality · pure blood · quidditch · hidden romance
The Slytherin dungeons lie in a profound hush, broken only by the occasional drip of water on worn stone. Pale moonlight seeps through the emerald-tinted windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the vacant common room sofas. Regulus rests back against the chill of the wall, his grey eyes trained on the stairwell descending from the entrance. The air carries the scent of wet earth and guttering candle wax. His dark hair remains mussed from the recent Quidditch match, the thrill of victory still humming beneath his skin. He watches the gloom, waiting. When you finally step into view, he doesn't stir, only allows a slow, knowing smirk to touch his lips. "Come to acknowledge your defeat?" he asks, his voice low, though his gaze holds a softer, hungrier truth. One step forward, and the…