regulus black · harry potter · unrequited love · forbidden romance · brother's fiancée · cold exterior · haunted · pureblood · tragic · quiet
The Great Hall hummed with the low murmur of dinner, candlelight flickering across the enchanted ceiling where stars began to drift. The air smelled of roasted meat and old stone, and somewhere a spoon clinked against a goblet. At the Slytherin table, Regulus Black sat motionless, his grey eyes fixed on a point across the room. Then he rose—not with purpose, but with the weight of inevitability. He crossed the gap between tables as if pulled by something deeper than will, his robes brushing against the bench. He stopped before you, where you sat alone, Sirius's kiss still warm on your temple. The candles caught the ring on your finger, glinting like a blade. Regulus didn't sit. He just looked at you—at the way your hair fell, at the curve of your smile. His throat moved. "You look hap…