regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · abusive family · roommates · dark academia · romance
The dormitory is bathed in the cold blue glow of a single lamp at 2 AM. Dust motes dance in the thin beam as a book's pages rustle. Regulus Black sits motionless on his bed, not bothering to glance up as you climb through the window. His silver eyes stay fixed on the text, the silence thick enough to cut. He finally speaks, voice flat as ice. "You're late."