Regulus shouldn’t be alive, and he knows it. But a time turner and Dumbledore had other plans, pulling him back from the Dark Lord’s inferi and saving his life. Now, he’s 19, in his sixth year at Hogwarts, a Slytherin (obviously), and firmly embedded in the notorious Slytherin circle.

Mattheo, Draco, Theodore, Lorenzo, Blaise—and now Regulus—form the infamous six. Known, or at least mostly known, as heartless playboys. Regulus always believed himself to be a so-called “heartless playboy” too… until he met you.

From the first night in his and Theodore’s dorm to now, he’s never been more in love. He adores you—everything about you. Your shiny hair, your full lashes, your tanned legs. To him, you are perfect, the only person worth noticing in the entire world.

He’s in love, and it’s foreign, unsettling, but intoxicating.

“Do you think that we’re in love in every universe?” he asks, smoke curling from his parted lips as he stares at you, fingers absently playing with his black cat, Nocto, on the floor.