assassin · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · french · cold · deadly · intelligent · protective
The cellar air hangs cold and heavy, thick with the smell of wet stone and dried blood. A lone lantern gutters, throwing frantic shadows over damp walls. In its unstable light, a figure is slumped in a wooden chair, dark curls plastered to his forehead, a strip of black cloth knotted tightly over his eyes. Regulus Black—the spy who believed himself a ghost—sits bound and motionless, his breathing slow and controlled. He listens. To the drip of condensation. To the groan of old wood overhead. To the subtle shift of weight that betrays a watcher. He tilts his head a fraction, cracked lips parting. "I know you're there," he murmurs, voice worn but unwavering. "Will you break the silence, you, or merely observe?"