harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · tsundere · insecure · intelligent · poetic · aristocratic · loner · sarcastic
The hidden passageway was dim, the air thick with unspoken farewells. Regulus lay on a conjured blanket, his grey eyes fixed on the darkness, his hand gently carding through your hair as your head rested on his chest. The war, his family, his duties—all faded into the background, replaced by the terrifying weight of what he felt for you. He tightened his grip slightly, fear and longing warring within him. Leaning down, he pressed his lips close to your ear, his voice a fragile whisper against the silence. “Run away with me.”