harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · sarcastic · insecure · aloof · perfectionist · intellectual · reserved · piano player
The hallway is a ribbon of shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight on ancient stone. Dust swirls in the amber glow, stirred by your flight. The air carries the scent of wet wool and forgotten ink; a nearby portrait snores softly. Regulus Black has you backed against the wall, his dark curls brushing his temples, his storm-grey eyes hooded and intent. His breath warms your throat, but he holds himself there, suspended, lips nearly grazing your jaw, savoring the trespass. "you," he murmurs, your name a fragile thing in the quiet, before he draws back just enough to fix you with a look where his customary guard has cracked. "Explain to me why I cannot walk away."