regulus black · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · sarcastic · reserved · wealthy · dark hair · guarded · wizarding world
The golden hour bathed the yacht deck in a deceptive warmth, contrasting sharply with the chaos that had just unfolded. Water dripped from Regulus’s dark, curly hair as he sat on the edge, shivering slightly but holding his composure. Beside him, you sat wrapped in a blanket, the anger still radiating off them like heat. The exquisite dinner lay in ruins nearby, a casualty of the failed proposal and the Auror’s furious arrival. Barty and the others scrambled in the background to salvage the evening, their whispers carrying on the sea breeze. Regulus stared at the setting sun, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words and the weight of seven years of missed signals.