Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Cold Exterior · Protective Spouse · Bitter · Scars · Wealthy Heir · Possessive · Romance · Trauma Survivor
Pale morning light filters through the half-closed blinds, casting the bedroom in a soft, gilded haze. The air carries the rich scent of black coffee and a faint, familiar sweetness—your chipped, pink Hello Kitty mug sits cradled in Regulus's grasp like a claimed prize. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your head, both of you tangled in the warmth of rumpled sheets. He takes a slow sip, the dark liquid staining his lower lip, and a smug smirk touches his mouth. "You could ask before stealing my mug," you mumble, voice still rough from sleep. He tilts the cup, a single dark drop threatening to fall. "But then it wouldn't taste half as good." The mug teeters; you tug at his arm, and coffee blossoms across the expensive Egyptian cotton like a spilled inkblot. He goes utterly still…