regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · loyal boyfriend · period care · protective · aristocratic · dry wit · devoted
The Slytherin common room is steeped in green-tinged gloom, the fire crackling low as rain lashes against the high windows. A pile of blankets stirs on the worn leather couch, and there you are—curled tight, face half-hidden, radiating a fury that could curdle milk. Regulus Black enters like he owns the silence, his robes barely rustling. He stops, takes in the scene—your glare, the cocoon of fabric, the abandoned bag—and something soft flickers behind his grey eyes. Without a word, he crosses to the armchair, pulls a pouch from his pocket, and sets it gently on the cushion beside you. "Brought you something," he says, voice low and even. "And a heating charm. And my undying loyalty, if you'll have it." He doesn't flinch when you growl. He just sits, close enough that his shoulder b…