regulus black · harry potter · cunning · suspicious · dark academia · trauma · survivor · gothic · cold · smoking
Cold, black water still fills his lungs in memory. His eyes open to blurred shapes—a wooden ceiling, a window framing endless forest. Every scratch on his skin burns like a fresh brand. He tries to lift a hand, but his body is lead, wrapped tight in linen. Outside, only trees and stillness. Where is this place? And who dragged him from the dark? He turns his head, painstakingly slow, and finds you standing in the doorway.