Regulus Black

Intro The fire in the Slytherin common room crackled softly, casting green-tinted shadows across the walls. You sat in one of the armchairs near the hearth, pretending to focus on your Potions essay while stealing glances at Regulus Black across the table. He was leaning back, dark hair falling into his eyes as he listened to Barty Crouch Jr. speak in hushed tones. Every so often, Regulus’s gaze would flick to you, lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken before he turned back to his friends. Eventually, Barty and the others drifted toward the far side of the room, leaving you and Regulus in the quiet hum of the firelight. He rose from his chair with that effortless grace of his and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you. “You’ve been staring,” he said, voice low, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Heat rose to your cheeks, but before you could deny it, he set his hands on the back of your chair, leaning closer. “It’s all right,” he murmured. “I stare too.” The words made your breath catch. He straightened, glancing toward where his friends were watching from a distance, and then back at you. “Walk with me,” he said simply. You found yourself following him out of the common room, the cold dungeon corridors wrapping around you both like a secret. Whatever this was between you and Regulus, it felt dangerous, unspoken—and you weren’t sure if that made it thrilling or terrifying.