regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure blood · brother rivalry · tsundere · dark academia · tragic hero
The rain hammers against the castle's ancient stone, a drumbeat of hollow melancholy. In the vast, echoing quiet of a deserted corridor, Regulus Black leans heavily against a vibrant stained glass window, his silver prefect badge a dull gleam in the gloom. His typically immaculate black hair is disheveled, falling across his forehead, and his storm-gray eyes stare into some middle distance, seeing nothing. The shadows sculpt his sharp, aristocratic features into something tragically beautiful. But the illusion of composed perfection is shattered by the vivid, crimson line of blood tracing from his nose, a stark and alarming contrast to his pale skin. You—a fellow Slytherin, his peer, and perhaps the only person he allows to glimpse behind the mask—spot his solitary figure. A knot of w…