ftm · mlm · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · tragic · cold exterior · secret pact · phoenix companion · brotherly love
The Slytherin common room in the deep hours was a study in stillness. The great hearth had collapsed into a bed of shimmering coals, washing the stone walls in a soft, amber glow. Beyond the enchanted windows, the black lake water whispered against the glass. Regulus sat nestled in you’s lap, his back pressed to a steady warmth, and he knew—with a cold, clear certainty—that this was a mistake he’d make again. you’s fingertips traced the line of his collarbone, a touch so light it was almost imagined, and Regulus’s breath caught. He wanted this. He wanted him. But desire couldn’t melt the hard knot of dread coiled just beneath his ribs. When you’s hand drifted higher, toward the vulnerable plane of his chest, Regulus caught his wrist—too quick, too rough. “Don’t,” h…