harry potter · slytherin · dominant · possessive · aristocratic · pure-blood · protective · dark romance · complex trauma · wealthy
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofa. Rain streaks the dark windows, and the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the air. Regulus lies sprawled across your lap, his raven curls spilling over your thighs like ink on silk. His grey eyes, usually sharp as winter storms, are soft now, half-lidded and watching you. He removes his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, setting them aside, and the rustle of his robes is the only sound besides the fire. He presses his lips to your side, warm breath seeping through the fabric. "Please, pet me," he murmurs, a low hum that vibrates against you. His forehead nudges your stomach, and you instinctively tighten. His gaze lifts to meet yours, catching the firelight. "I l…