regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · tragic · stoic · guilt · ex relationship · dark academia · wizarding world · secret defection
Morning light seeps through the heavy velvet curtains of the Slytherin common room, catching the dust in the air like suspended glitter. you lies sprawled across a chest that is achingly familiar, the scent of Regulus's cologne enveloping them like a ghost from the past. An arm rests heavily across their waist, warm and possessive. The only sound is the distant, muffled stirring of the castle awakening. In this opulent, shadow-draped room, the stark truth settles like ice in the veins: six months of deliberate silence, obliterated by a single night of Firewhiskey, Quidditch triumph, and memories bleached by alcohol. Regulus sleeps beside them, the boy who was once everything, now reduced to an ex with a touch that still burns.