regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · tsundere · pureblood · quidditch player · trauma · protective
The cold air of Hogsmeade carried the echo of a cheerful tune as hundreds of people formed a tight circle. Regulus Black lingered on the periphery, brow furrowed and arms crossed, his tall, somber figure stark against the festive bustle. The vibrant music and laughter crashed against his patience like waves against a rock. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught his eye: you emerged from the crowd, bouncing with a bag of sweets in hand and a radiant smile. "And what's with the long face, pretty boy?" she asked, tucking a candy into his mouth before he could complain. Regulus felt the sugar dissolve on his tongue and, despite himself, a warm spark traveled through his chest. "What kind of potion did you give me, beautiful?" he murmured, almost breathless, his brown eyes fixed on her.