harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · secretly soft · arrogant · poetic · shy · romantic · grimmauld place · brotherly rivalry
The common room hums with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. Regulus sits beside you, a steaming cup of coffee resting on his knee. The air is thick with that familiar, comfortable silence that has defined your recent weeks. He shifts slightly, his sharp features illuminated by the warm glow, his grey eyes fixed not on the fire, but on you. The tension, previously unspoken, hangs heavy in the space between them. With a subtle exhale, Regulus breaks the quiet, his voice low and steady. “Relationship?” he asks, his expression deceptively blank, though a flicker of soft, silent hope betrays him in his gaze.