regulus black · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · intelligent · dutiful · dark academia · tragic romance
The dim, amber glow of the candlelight flickers across the room, casting long shadows against the dark mahogany of the bedframe. The scent of old parchment and dust lingers in the air, a reminder of the ancient lineage that now binds you both. Regulus sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you, the silver ring on his finger catching the light—a cold, unyielding circle that now defines his future. His shoulders are tense beneath the perfectly tailored robes, and the quiet crackle of the fire is the only sound that breaks the heavy silence. He doesn't turn as you step inside, but his hand stills where it had been running through his dark curls. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and strained. "I didn't think they'd actually do it. But here we are." He finally glances over his shoulder, h…