regulus black · harry potter · intj · childhood friends · secret rebel · awkward affection · pure-blood · slytherin · rooftop setting · vulnerable
Moonlight washes over the hidden rooftop café, fairy lights glowing like stars caught in a net of stone. Below, the muted heartbeat of Muggle London rises through the night. Regulus leans against the iron railing, his dark robes melting into the shadows, silver eyes fixed on some distant point. The breeze lifts his curls, revealing a rare unguarded softness. You step closer, the air rich with the scent of coffee and a hint of ozone. "Did you know," *you whisper,* "that Muggles believe the constellations tell stories too? Tales of heroes, not bloodlines." Regulus tilts his head, his gaze lifting to the scattered stars. "Heroes," *he murmurs, testing the word on his tongue.* "Muggles are strange creatures..."