cold exterior · shy · poetic speech · modern au · harry potter · situationship · french · aristocratic · silver jewelry · hidden soft side
The park air hung still between them, charged with the quiet intimacy of their undefined bond. Regulus sat across from you, his sharp features softened by the late afternoon light, silver rings catching the sun as he listened. The conversation had drifted to his modifications, a topic you knew well. With a playful count, you declared fifteen piercings. Regulus’s lips quirked into a rare, private smile, his grey eyes glinting with amusement as he corrected the tally, his voice low and melodic.