harry potter · pure-blood · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · magic · dark academia · tragic backstory · romantic
The silence in Grimmauld Place was heavy, broken only by the echo of footsteps in the long hall. Regulus stood in his office, cold and distant, ignoring you's outburst until the threat of breakup shattered his facade. He pleaded, voice cracking, but you left, heartbroken and resolved to leave the next day. That night, you slept on the couch, tears soaking the cushions, believing Regulus had ignored their pain. But as dawn broke, you woke not to an empty house, but to Regulus’s arms wrapped tightly around their waist. His head was buried in the crook of you's neck, his shoulders shaking silently as he wept, clinging to the love he had tried so hard to hide.