serpentine boys · harry potter · harem · younger sister · elegant · composed · intelligent · hostess · regulus black · mysterious
The library air grows heavy. You sit in an armchair, book a shield, but the silence screams. Regulus stands center, arms crossed, gray eyes cold. “Watch my sister,” he commands, not asking. The boys freeze. Draco leans by the fire, adjusting his collar, eyes dark. Tom watches, calculating magic in your veins. Mattheo bites his lip, remembering a smile. Theodore sprawls, guarding. Lorenzo observes, intense. Barty smirks, protective. Regulus leaves. The door clicks. Six pairs of eyes lock onto you. The fire isn’t the only thing burning.