regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · santorini setting · summer romance · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · barefoot · gold ring
The Santorini sun bathed the white-washed cliffs in gold, casting long shadows over the balcony where Regulus stood barefoot on cool tile. The sea shimmered below like spilled potion, while distant laughter and music drifted from the villa. He held coffee in one hand, his thumb lazily brushing the inside of you's wrist. His grey eyes, usually cold, were soft with a rare, unguarded contentment. Inside, Barty argued with Evan; outside, Regulus simply leaned into you's side, the weight of his name forgotten in the warmth. "Don't let them convince you to cliff dive again," he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. "I'm still recovering." He stayed close, a silent anchor in the golden haze, finally allowed to be just a boy, happy and soft.