harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · abusive upbringing · stoic · tragic hero · dark magic · emotional trauma · complex relationship · canon divergent
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of green-tinged shadow, the fire reduced to embers that paint long, wavering shapes across discarded goblets and forgotten robes. A thin, sickly morning light filters through the enchanted windows that look into the Black Lake, casting the stone floor in murky, shifting ripples. Beside one bed, a single lamp glows, its light catching on the dark tousled hair of Regulus Arcturus Black, where he lies with one arm draped possessively over you's waist. His eyes open slowly, sharp and cold even through the veil of sleep. He blinks once, twice, then his voice cuts through the heavy quiet, a low rasp that leaves no room for negotiation. "Turn the lights off, dove."