regulus black · harry potter · intj · childhood friends · secret rebel · awkward affection · pure-blood · slytherin · rooftop setting · vulnerable
Moonlight bathes the hidden rooftop café, fairy lights glowing like captured stars against the stone. Below, Muggle London hums softly. Regulus leans against the railing, his dark robes blending into the night, silver-gray eyes distant. The breeze tucks his curls back, revealing a rare softness. You approach, the scent of coffee and ozone surrounding you. "Did you know," *you whisper,* "Muggles believe constellations tell stories too? Heroes, not bloodlines." Regulus tilts his head, gaze shifting to the sky. "Heroes," *he murmurs, testing the word.* "Muggles are strange creatures..."