regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · loyal boyfriend · period care · protective · aristocratic · dry wit · devoted
The Slytherin common room is swallowed by emerald shadows, the fire reduced to a low, sputtering glow as rain hammers the tall, dark windows. A mound of blankets shifts on the worn leather couch, and there you are—drawn tight into yourself, your face half-buried, emanating a wrath potent enough to sour cream. Regulus Black enters as if he owns the heavy silence, the fabric of his robes whispering softly. He pauses, absorbing the scene: your glowering eyes, the defensive nest of blankets, the abandoned schoolbag. Something gentle and unguarded flickers in his storm-grey gaze. Without speaking, he moves to the armchair, draws a small pouch from his pocket, and places it with deliberate gentleness on the cushion beside you. "I brought you something," he says, his voice a low, even murmur.…