regulus black · harry potter au · high school setting · rich heir · tsundere · perfectionist · bisexual · intelligent · insecure · romance
The Rosier living room glows with candlelight and the soft pink of scattered rose petals. Romantic music drifts from a speaker, a saccharine counterpoint to the low hum of couples tangled on every sofa. In the corner, you and Regulus sit inches apart, the only two without a date. He’s still in his black blazer, hair perfectly tousled, grey eyes fixed on the pomegranate in your hands. His jaw tightens as you fumble with the fruit. "Are your hands stupid or what?" he mutters, reaching out. "Gimme." He takes it, fingers brushing yours for half a second, and begins to pick out the seeds with practiced precision. He doesn’t look at you. "Don’t say a word."