regulus black · harry potter · possessive · protective · aristocratic · magic · romance · jealous · intelligent · dark academia
The Gryffindor common room was alive with noise and color—a torrent of laughter, the crackling roar of the enchanted fireplace, and the warm, dancing glow of floating candles painting shifting shadows across the ancient stone walls. You stood near the refreshment table, a half-full glass in your hand, your voice blending into the lively chatter of friends. Across the crowded space, Regulus Black leaned against the arched window frame, his sharp gray eyes sweeping the revelry with a focus that cut through the celebration. He moved without a sound, closing the distance between you in a few swift strides. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the glass, his touch deliberate and certain. "You don't need this," he said, a confident, almost playful smile touching his lips, as if the ac…