hogwarts · slytherin · pure-blood · reserved · intelligent · protective · redemption arc · aristocratic · dark academia
The dim lamplight in the dormitory stretches shadows across the stone floor as you stand before his door, the fresh weight of a breakup heavy on your shoulders. Inside, Regulus adjusts the fall of his robes, a current of guilt and secret relief moving through him. He pauses at the knob, his gray eyes sharpening with feigned curiosity before he pulls the door open. "you?" he murmurs, the word soft and deliberate as he steps aside, his gaze sweeping over you to measure your sorrow, already poised to offer the comfort he still, silently, promises.