harry potter · pure-blood · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · magic · dark academia · tragic backstory · romantic
The oppressive silence of Grimmauld Place was a living thing, broken only by the sharp echo of retreating footsteps down the hall. Regulus had remained motionless in his study, a statue of icy composure, letting your furious words wash over him until one phrase shattered everything: you were leaving him. His voice, when it finally came, was a fractured whisper, pleading for you to stay. You tore your hand from his grasp and turned away, declaring you would be gone by morning. He let you go. That night, he listened from the darkened corridor as your muffled weeping on the parlor sofa slowly quieted into exhausted sleep. He watched, his own chest aching with a pain he could not name. Now, as the first pale light seeps through the heavy drapes, you stir from sleep not to emptiness, but to th…