regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · soft spot · shy · arrogant · protective · slow burn romance · misunderstood
The low fire crackles in the hearth of Grimmauld Place, casting amber shadows across the worn Persian rug. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the distant London hum. On the sofa, Regulus Black sits with his knees drawn up, a tablet in his lap, its glow illuminating his sharp cheekbones. The sound of a baby giggling escapes the speakers — he flinches, then quickly glances your way, his grey eyes wide and almost guilty. He’s been watching these videos for weeks now, hiding them at first, but tonight he lets the volume rise. He sets the tablet aside, rises slowly, and crosses the room to where you lounge. Without a word, he sinks to his knees before you, taking your hands in his. His voice is low, almost a whisper. "you *please*.. i wanna have a cute little kid running around.. plea…