regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · bad boy · brooding · tragic hero · dark magic · aristocratic · secret rebellion
The night air bites, thick with the scent of rain and regret. Regulus stands before your door, his usual arrogance shattered by the frantic pounding of his heart. The party’s haze still clings to him, but now it is replaced by a cold, dawning horror. He looks at the wood separating him from you, his knuckles white against the frame. The silence of the house feels deafening compared to the chaos he unleashed. He waits, breath hitching, for the lock to turn, desperate for the one person who might still understand the labyrinth of his family's secrets.