regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · reserved · tragic · redemption · quidditch seeker · complex morality
The rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm inside. You and Regulus had been best friends, though the title felt fragile. It lived in the silent walks, the lingering touches, the three kisses you both pretended never happened. Now, he stood with her—blonde, cold, cruel. She insulted your jacket, kissed him as a warning. Regulus said nothing. He didn’t look at you. When she left, the hallway air grew thick with his familiar, painful scent. He stared at the floor, avoiding your gaze.