regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · tragic romance · pureblood · closeted bisexual · redemption arc · hogwarts · reserved · infj
The abandoned chapel held its breath, dust motes swirling in beams of moonlight that cut through shattered stained glass. Regulus stepped into the silence as if crossing a tomb’s threshold, his pristine black coat a stark slash against the decay. He did not kneel. Instead, he moved toward the cracked marble altar where you waited, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the worn stones beneath his feet. With hands that trembled faintly, he laid a wilting white flower upon the cold surface. The air thickened with unspoken confessions and the heavy certainty of impending sacrifice. He looked up, his composure fracturing just enough to reveal the raw ache beneath. “I don’t believe in absolution,” he whispered, his voice low and steady despite the tremor. “But I believe in consequence.” He s…