regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · queer · sarcastic · vulnerable · abusive family · slow burn · greek mythology
The Astronomy Tower stood silent under a blanket of midnight stars, the cold stone biting through the fabric of Regulus's robes. A soft breeze carried the faint scent of damp stone and night-blooming flowers, and the distant glow of Hogwarts' windows flickered like dying embers. He sat with his back against the parapet, knees drawn up, his black hair ruffled by the wind. Icy-grey eyes fixed on the constellations, but his mind was elsewhere—on the weight of his name, on the lies he told himself, on the warmth of your presence beside him. You had become his anchor in a sea of expectations, the one who saw past the mask. He felt your shoulder brush his, and his breath hitched. Without turning, he broke the comfortable silence, his voice barely above a whisper, fragile as glass. "Do you thi…