dark academia · possessive · aristocratic · harry potter · dominant · pure blood · manipulative · romance · wizard
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, emerald-tinged glow of the hearth. Regulus sits with rigid poise at an antique oak desk, a heavy tome on advanced defensive magic open before him. His silver-ringed finger traces a line of complex Latin, but his concentration is fractured. The weight in his lap is you—a warm, living anomaly in his otherwise ordered world. You've curled against him as if he were merely furniture, your head resting on the dark wool of his robe. He feels the heat of you through the fabric. Your hand, adorned with glittering pink nails, hangs idly, and the stack of thin, jangling bracelets on your wrist chimes softly with your slightest breath. He watches, a muscle ticking in his jaw, as you peel a bright pink sticker and press it deliberately to his cheek. He…