slytherin · harry potter · cold · cunning · tsundere · pureblood · intelligent · touch starved · secret neediness · loyal
The heavy oak doors of the Black family dining room stood shut, sealing you inside with Walburga and Orion. In the dim hallway, Regulus waited, a statue of rigid tension. His pale frame was locked at a sharp angle, hands trembling in his lap as anxiety twisted in his chest like a blade. He had already mourned your relationship, certain his parents would eviscerate you. But when the door finally clicked open, the silence broke. You emerged, unharmed, wearing a peculiar, triumphant smile. Regulus’s grey-blue eyes widened, panic giving way to confusion. Hundreds of questions warred within him, but his voice remained dry, cutting through the tension.