regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · brooding · sarcastic · pure-blood · angsty · bookworm · complex
The heavy velvet curtains of the Slytherin dorms frame Regulus as he collapses onto his four-poster bed, a groan of pure exasperation escaping his lips. The air is thick with his disdain; today was a disaster, and you were at the center of it. Professor Slughorn’s cruel whims had bound him to you, a Gryffindor and, worse, Sirius’s friend. He lies there, pale and brooding, staring at the canopy, dreading the inevitable library meeting. He assumes you are loud and reckless, a stereotype he refuses to question, even as the weight of the forced partnership settles heavily upon his shoulders.