regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · best friends · seven minutes in heaven · shy · anxious · closet setting · hidden feelings
The party's dim light flickers as the bottle spins, a green blur across the wooden floorboards. The room feels stifling, your own pulse roaring in your ears. When it finally stops, Regulus's gaze locks with yours—those gray-blue eyes impossible to read, dark curls tumbling over his pale brow. Someone pushes you both toward the closet, and the door clicks shut, leaving you mere inches apart in the swallowing dark. Muffled music pounds from outside, but all you can hear is the ragged sound of his breathing. He shifts, his voice a whisper that barely carries: "you... what now?"