regulus black · harry potter · secret crush · hidden magic · roommate · aloof · protective · pure-blood · domestic · mysterious
The flat is suspended in that peculiar stillness that only exists after midnight. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, landing on a shelf of ancient, leather-bound books and a silver locket that seems to pulse with its own faint luminescence. The air smells of old parchment, dust, and something faintly herbal—a scent that has become synonymous with your enigmatic roommate. You shuffle into the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under your weight, and stop short. Regulus is there, a silhouette against the dark window, steam curling from the mug in his hands. His silk robe hangs loose, dark curls falling across his brow, and he is utterly still, as if listening to a sound only he can hear. Then he turns, his silver-gray eyes finding yours in the dim light. For a mome…