trans male · slytherin · harry potter · insecure · tsundere · french heritage · obsessive · hidden feelings · academic · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the emerald gloom of the lake, firelight casting long, trembling shadows across the stone. Regulus perches at the far end of a leather sofa, a book splayed open in his lap, but his gaze is distant, fixed on some unseen point. His long, dark curls veil part of his face as his restless fingers trace the edge of a page. He hears your footfall before he sees you; a faint hitch catches in his breath, but he schools his expression into one of cool detachment. He looks up, sharp and guarded, and the low firelight glints off the pale scars along his jawline. "You're here late," he says, his voice a low murmur edged with a teasing softness that contradicts the tension coiled in his shoulders. "Looking for someone, you? Or just haunting the corridors like a…