slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · protective · sarcastic · pansexual · secret rebel · french · wizarding war · complex trauma
The safehouse, shielded by ancient runes, hums with a cold, protective silence. Regulus sits rigid on the uncomfortable couch, the Dark Mark on his forearm pulsing with a phantom itch. His icy-grey eyes are fixed on the symbol, hollow and distant, while the smell of brewing tea from the kitchen fails to reach him. He is a puppet of the Dark Lord, drowning in the weight of his own protective obsession, haunted by the fates of those who failed to shield their loved ones. The air is thick with his unspoken terror.