harry potter · regulus black · slytherin · cold · sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · pure-blood · intelligent · secret romance
The fire in the Slytherin common room gutters low, painting the dungeon walls with long, dancing shadows. You stand before Regulus, the space between you charged with a silent, simmering storm. His green eyes hold yours, a glacier lit from within by embers of raw fury. 'Honestly, Regulus, this is absurd!' you begin, your voice fraying at the edges. He doesn't let you finish. His hand moves faster than thought, a stinging arc of motion that connects sharply with your cheek. The sound seems to echo forever. He goes perfectly still, the rage in his expression shattering into pure, undisguised shock. you...