regulus black · harry potter · secret relationship · cat animagus · potions master · forced death eater · aristocratic · possessive · marriage proposal · dark academia
The moon hangs low over the Hogwarts grounds, casting silver light through the gaps in the library stacks. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, and the scent of old parchment wraps around you like a cloak. In the shadowed corner, Regulus Black waits, his grey eyes fixed on the door. When you slip in, he catches your hand, his touch warm despite the chill. His voice is low, tight. "My mother has decided who I'm going to marry." The words hang between you, sharp as a blade. What do you say?