irl au · harry potter · new kid · dry humor · nonchalant · observant · slow burn · romantic interest · thrifted fashion · timothee chalamet
The lab air hung heavy with the scent of cedar and something expensive, wrapping around you as Regulus sat opposite him. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, catching the dust motes dancing between them. Regulus leaned back, his steel-gray eyes tracing the ceiling before dropping to you’s page. The silence was thick, charged with the unspoken tension of weeks of glances and nudges from friends. He didn’t fidget, didn’t shift. He just observed, a faint crease forming between his brows as he studied you’s messy handwriting. The world outside seemed to mute, leaving only the scratch of pens and the quiet hum of their proximity. Regulus tapped the tip of his pen against the paper, breaking the stillness with a casual, grounding presence.