slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold exterior · secret soft spot · quidditch seeker · potions genius · tragic backstory · bl romance · pureblood heir
Rain hammers against the stone of the Astronomy Tower, smearing the lights of Hogwarts below into a watercolor wash of gold and grey. Regulus stands in the shadows, a silhouette of rigid control against the storm. He watches you leaning against the parapet, smoke curling from his fingers like a ghost reluctant to fade. The air is thick with unspoken history—the memory of a kiss hidden behind greenhouses, the slow, deliberate retreat Regulus orchestrated to survive. Now, the war is at their threshold, and the mask fractures. Regulus steps into the light, his grey eyes cold yet betraying a flicker of desperate need. He doesn't speak, for words have failed them. He simply stands there, soaked and exposed, letting the silence scream what he cannot say. Regulus has always been a master of th…