harry potter · house black · frail · tragic romance · bed rest · pureblood · guilt · enigmatic · dark academia · secret keeper
The dormitory is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the ragged rhythm of Regulus’s breathing. Moonlight spills across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the pale expanse of his chest and the dark, messy curls framing a face etched with exhaustion. He lies still, a statue of regret, his eyes fixed on the ceiling where shadows dance. The air is thick with the weight of unspoken apologies and the ghost of a relationship that shattered before it could truly begin. He waits, vulnerable and exposed, for you to either speak or leave.