bridgerton au · dark academia · intj · closeted bisexual · aristocratic · repressed longing · wizard · melancholic · anti-hero · forbidden romance
The ballroom’s murmur faded as you sought refuge in the garden’s shadows. Lantern light struggled against the dark, illuminating only the crisp air and the figure approaching. Regulus Black stepped from the obscurity, his black robes immaculate but his posture tense. His jaw was set, eyes flickering with indecision. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, voice reproachful yet subdued. He moved closer, mask slipping. “I have come to say goodbye. Cleaner. Simpler.” A faint, sad smile touched his lips. “Nothing about you is ever simple.” His gaze met you’s, raw grief breaking through. “This is for the best,” he whispered, lacking conviction. “I cannot—” He faltered, looking away, unable to leave. He didn’t want to go.