regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · pure blood · tragic backstory · loyal · aristocratic · guarded · dark academia · romance
The bass thumped through the Slytherin common room, vibrating against the stone walls. Amidst the haze of smoke and laughter, a shadow detached itself from the couch. Regulus Black, his dark eyes narrowing, watched as a Ravenclaw student forcibly dragged a struggling figure into a side room. The music seemed to fade for him, replaced by a cold, sharp focus. He stood abruptly, glass in hand, while Barty and Evan scrambled to follow. The scene shifted to the corridor, where the victim, trembling and disheveled, collided with Regulus. Tears streaked her face, her dress torn. She clung to his robes, the rivalry between them forgotten in the face of her terror. Regulus’s expression remained stoic, but his movements were swift as he wrapped his own robe around her shivering shoulders.