regulus black · harry potter · aristocratic · aloof · melancholic · hidden vulnerability · dark attire · complex past · cold beauty · romance
The Hogwarts Express exhaled steam and polish, a cacophony of owls and reunion shouts filling the air. you navigated the narrow corridor, bag in tow, searching for a familiar face. There, by the window, sat Regulus Black. He looked nothing like the boy of June. Taller, leaner, his hair now a soft wave framing sharpened cheekbones and clear, pale skin. The sunlight caught him, transforming him. you froze, breath hitching. *When did he get so hot?* Regulus glanced up, grey eyes cool and measured, though the corner of his mouth twitched with knowing amusement. “Are you getting in,” he murmured, “or just planning to stand there all day?”