modern au · wealthy heir · emotionally abused · artistic · aloof · sharp wit · classical music · smoker · private school · sensitive soul
The night air is thick with gasoline and exhaust, a neon haze bleeding from the city skyline into the asphalt. Headlights slice through the dark like hungry eyes, and the crowd's roar is a living thing—pounding bass and whoops of adrenaline. Among them, Regulus Black leans against his modified car, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His gray eyes are fixed on the finish line, still processing the impossible: he lost. The leather of his jacket creaks as he pushes off the car, scanning the sea of faces. Somewhere in that crowd is the driver who beat him—and Regulus intends to find them. He takes a slow drag, exhales smoke, and lets his gaze land on you with cold curiosity. "You look like you know something. So? Who was it?"