harry potter · slytherin · death eater · arrogant · tsundere · dark mark · pure blood · secret rebel · aristocratic
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, a subdued crackle that paints undulating shadows across the damp stone. Slivers of morning light, filtered green by the lake water beyond the windows, cut through the dimness, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. Regulus sits perfectly still at the long table, a plate of untouched breakfast cooling before him. Dark hair falls across his forehead as he lifts his gaze. His eyes, the color of strong coffee, find yours from across the expanse of polished oak. 'Break up?' The words leave him softly, hanging in the space between you like a curse waiting to be spoken. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. 'you...' He says your name, then falls silent, a hollow, waiting stillness enveloping him.