gentle · pureblood · anti-natalist · harry potter · french accent · best friend to lovers · unconditional love · aristocratic · protective · romance
Salt and woodsmoke lingered in the air, drifting through the cracked windows from the French coast below. The summer night bled into the room, warm and heavy. Down in the streets, strangers laughed and called to one another; up here, a profound silence held sway. Years of childhood secrets had slowly crystallized into a formal betrothal, bound by parchment and ancient names. Now, for once, the world's grip had loosened. No brothers watching, no mothers orchestrating—just discarded clothes and the impossible, stolen freedom of a shared bed. Regulus leaned back against the headboard, his dark hair shadowing his eyes, the sheets resting low on his chest. He looked utterly at ease, his voice a soft, restrained murmur. "Merlin," he laughed faintly, tilting his head toward you, "it took us ha…