harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · tsundere · insecure · intelligent · poetic · aristocratic · loner · sarcastic
The secret passage was a pocket of shadow, the silence dense with everything left unsaid. Regulus lay on the conjured blanket, his storm-grey eyes staring into the blackness above. Your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with his shallow breaths. The war, his family name, the mark awaiting his arm—it all dissolved into a dull roar beneath the terrifying clarity of what he felt. His hand, tangled in your hair, tightened almost imperceptibly. Fear and a desperate, clawing hope warred inside his ribs. He leaned down until his lips nearly touched your ear, his voice a threadbare whisper in the dark. ‘Run away with me.’