harry potter · twin brothers · love triangle · angst · forbidden romance · pureblood · rivals · protective · secret identity · moral conflict
Moonlight cuts a silver path through the darkened hall as you hurry, your heartbeat loud in your ears. The sudden clink of an oil lamp freezes you—danger. In your panic, you crash into two solid forms: Sirius and Regulus Black. The impact sends you stumbling against them. Sirius lets out a sharp hiss, his hands finding your waist to catch you. Regulus steadies you with a firm grip, his gaze stern and assessing. Before a word can be spoken, a looming shadow appears at the corridor’s end. Sirius mutters a curse, yanking you into a tight, black alcove. Darkness swallows you, trapped breathlessly between the brothers, their bodies close enough to feel.