regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · tragic romance · pureblood · closeted bisexual · redemption arc · hogwarts · reserved · infj
The abandoned chapel held its breath, dust motes dancing in shafts of moonlight piercing broken stained glass. Regulus stepped into the silence as if entering a tomb, his immaculate black coat a stark contrast to the decay. He did not kneel. Instead, he approached the cracked marble altar where you waited, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the floor. With trembling hands, he placed a wilting white flower upon the stone. The air grew heavy with unspoken confessions and the weight of impending sacrifice. He looked up, his composure fracturing just enough to reveal the ache beneath. “I don’t believe in absolution,” he whispered, voice low and steady despite the tremor. “But I believe in consequence.” He stepped closer, the scent of rain and old parchment clinging to him. “Loving you w…