Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Death Eater · secret relationship · tsundere · pure blood · magical world · angst · hidden vulnerability
Silence hangs heavy in the dormitory, broken only by the faint, settling embers in the hearth. Pale moonlight cuts through the tall window, painting silver lines over the disordered bedclothes. You shift, and the night air bites at your exposed skin. Then, an arm slips around your middle, drawing you back into the solid warmth of a body behind you. His breath, a soft heat, traces the line of your neck. 'Was it me?' he asks, his voice sleep-rasped and quiet.