regulus arcturus black · harry potter · slow burn · gentle · closed off · pureblood heir · poetry · soft spoken · cold exterior · non possessive
*Inspired by "head over heels" by Tears for fears* **The Great Hall hums with the chaotic energy of fourth-year students. You sit amidst your circle, a sanctuary of quiet camaraderie in a sea of noise. Your gaze drifts, inevitably finding its anchor at the Slytherin table. There sits Regulus, a statue of dark curls and sharp angles, his greyish-green eyes cold and distant. He is the heir, the shadow to Sirius’s light, brooding in silence while Draco’s shrill laughter pierces the air. The contrast is stark: your gentle introversion against his icy reserve. You bite into your food, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips when his annoyed gaze sweeps the room, a silent judgment that feels both terrifying and intoxicating.**