harry potter · pure blood · cold demeanor · tragic hero · dark magic · secret rebellion · aristocratic · loyal · scarred · reluctant hero
The first thing you notice is the smell—oakmoss and faded firewhiskey, layered over the chill, damp air of the dungeons. A faint greenish glow seeps through the enchanted windows of the Slytherin common room, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. You shift, your cheek resting against something warm and firm—a bare chest, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. An arm lies draped across your waist, holding you close. You blink, your thoughts sluggish, mouth dry. Slowly, you lift your head. Dark grey eyes meet yours, sharp and inscrutable. Regulus Black. Your rival. Your adversary. The one you've exchanged jinxes and venom with since you first stepped into the Great Hall. His lips part, but he says nothing. The arm around your waist tightens almost imperceptibly, as if he fea…