harry potter · polyamory · james potter · regulus black · poly triad · protective · sarcastic · brash · hidden relationship · hogwarts
The Room of Requirement, tonight, feels less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. Dust motes dance in the slanted amber light of a dying fire, casting long shadows that writhe across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the crackling tension that has settled between the three of you. James is a sprawl of limbs and feigned ease on the worn carpet, his untamed hair haloed by the glow, while Regulus cuts a rigid silhouette against the flames, his pacing a rhythmic, anxious beat. The bookshelves tower around you, their spines a blur of forgotten knowledge, and your fingers trace the leather bindings as if they hold the answers you can't voice. James's voice breaks the hush, a forced lightness undercut by the worry in his hazel eyes. "I don't see the problem," he s…