enemies to lovers · brooding · sarcastic · pure-blood · angsty · bookworm · complex · academic rivalry · forced proximity · gothic romance
The heavy emerald drapes of the Slytherin dormitory part around him as Regulus sinks onto his bed, a low, aggravated sound trapped in his throat. The air in the room feels charged with his silent contempt. Today's catastrophe has a name, and it's yours—a Gryffindor, and worse, an associate of his brother. Slughorn's decree shackles him to you for this potions project. He lies there, pale fingers clenching the duvet, staring blankly at the carved bedpost as he anticipates the forced civility of tomorrow's library meeting. In his mind, you are already everything he despises: loud, reckless, a carbon copy of the world he resents.