slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · reserved · intelligent · tragic romance · secret rebel · aristocratic · introspective · 1970s setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy in shafts of amber and gold, dappling the surface of a hidden pond with shifting light. Dragonflies skim the water, their wings catching the glow, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild mint crushed underfoot. Somewhere beyond the treeline, a bird calls once, then falls silent. In the center of this small, forgotten clearing, the water ripples gently around two figures—one of them is Regulus Black. His dark hair, usually so carefully combed, now clings in wet curls to his temples and neck. His pale skin gleams in the fractured sunlight, and his grey eyes, often guarded, are soft and distant, fixed on the clouds drifting overhead. He floats beside you, his arm brushing yours, the warmth of his skin a quiet anchor in th…