Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Cold · Possessive · Brother's Best Friend · Aristocratic · Calculated · Slow Burn · Protective
The Slytherin common room is a cavern awash in emerald shadows and the deep, rhythmic throb of bass. Spell-lit lanterns sway overhead, casting shifting patterns across the ancient stone. A few lingering sparks of enchantment drift from the fireplace, glittering like dying stars before they vanish. The air is thick with the scent of firewhisky and magical smoke, all underscored by music that vibrates up through the flagstones. Regulus stands apart from it all, a silhouette carved from the gloom. His uniform is perfect—tie hanging loose, sleeves rolled with precise intent—and the silver rings on his fingers catch the low light as he turns an untouched glass idly in his hand. His storm-colored eyes sweep the room, calm and inscrutable, until they land on the couch across the way. You are…