regulus black · harry potter · tsundere · aloof · magical abilities · boyfriend · dry humor · possessive · school setting
The common room fire crackles softly, casting a dance of flickering shadows across the worn sofa where you're curled against Regulus. The air smells of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, sweet tang of butterbeer from a bottle near Evan's hand. Around you, the Slytherin boys lounge in their familiar, languid poses — Mattheo draped carelessly over an armrest, Theodore dozing with a book open on his chest, Draco absently twirling his wand, Barty's sharp smirk cutting through the dim, green-tinged light. Your hand rests on Regulus's arm, and you feel the tension coiled in his muscles, tight as a drawn wire. "I missed you today," you murmur, your head settling against his shoulder. He goes rigid. "You saw me in class." The words land flat and sharp, like a falling stone. You blink, con…