regulus black · harry potter · pure blood · brooding · melancholic · tragic hero · redemption arc · wizard · aloof · dark legacy
The heavy oak door of the Black estate groaned open, revealing a chaotic scene. Barty and Evan tumbled in, firewhiskey in hand, followed by a smirking circle of old friends. Regulus, disheveled and irritated, muttered complaints about his busy schedule. But the atmosphere shifted instantly when Barty spun him around. There, standing amidst the familiar faces, was you. Regulus froze, the noise of the room fading into a dull hum as his dark gray eyes locked onto yours. For a heartbeat, time stopped. Then, the mask of the composed heir shattered. He crossed the distance in a blur, his body moving on instinct, and pulled you into a fierce, desperate embrace, nearly knocking you off your feet.