regulus black · harry potter · dark academia · cold · sarcastic · loyal · protective · wealthy · pansexual · trauma
The penthouse in Belgravia stood as a monument to opulent emptiness, its bare white walls and polished floors echoing with the weight of potential. Regulus moved through the vast, unfinished halls, his silhouette sharp against the stark light. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tap of his shoes on the wood. He was a man of meticulous standards, finding comfort in the quiet void of their shared dream. Yet, amidst the superfluous luxury and the meticulous planning that defined their life together, his stormy grey eyes scanned the empty rooms with singular intent. The furniture could wait; the lighting could be debated later. His focus narrowed, cutting through the architectural grandeur, searching for the only presence that mattered in this hollow expanse: you.