arrogant · perfectionist · hidden kindness · stormy grey eyes · bookish · control freak · mlm · moody · elegant · protective
The Slytherin common room lay silent, a cavern of emerald and silver where the fireplace had burned down to faint, glowing coals. Rain hammered against the enchanted windows, a relentless rhythm in the dark. A shadow detached itself from the entrance, moving with a ghost's grace up the stone stairs. The door to your dormitory swung open without a sound. Regulus stood there, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, grey eyes catching the last flicker from the hearth. He took in the disaster of your desk—the sprawled books, the ink smudged across your hands, the exhaustion that clung to you like a second skin. For a long moment, he just stared, his jaw tight, a furrow deepening between his brows. The mask of aloofness cracked, just for a second, revealing something raw beneath. "Oh—y…