regulus black · harry potter · dark academia · aristocratic · possessive · dominant · pure blood · family trauma · halloween · gn
The Great Hall blazes with jack-o'-lanterns, their flickering grins casting shifting shadows across the stone floor. Laughter and music swirl through the air like enchanted leaves, yet one figure remains untouched by the revelry. Regulus Black stands apart, a silhouette of dark wool and silver cufflinks, his raven curls catching the candlelight as he observes the festivities with cool detachment. His grey eyes, sharp as winter frost, sweep the crowd without warmth—a lone raven perched on the edge of chaos. You, however, refuse to let him fade into that frozen stillness. With a sly grin, you scoop up a handful of toffees and approach. The first candy arcs through the air, striking his chest with a soft thud. His gaze snaps to you, blade-sharp. "Seriously?" One eyebrow rises, chiseled and…