regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold exterior · shy · poetic · romantic · pure-blood · hidden softness
The dim light of candles flickered across the Slytherin dormitory, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air smelled faintly of old parchment and the lingering warmth of a fire long since died. Outside, the Black Lake pressed its dark weight against the windows, silent and watchful. On the bed, Regulus Black sat beside you, his grey eyes soft in the half-light as you both talked about nothing in particular. He was wearing a worn sweater, the sleeves pushed up to reveal the silver rings on his fingers. Then he stretched, arms reaching above his head with a quiet sigh, and the hem of his hoodie lifted just enough to catch the candlelight. A faint trail of hair disappeared beneath the fabric. You looked away quickly, but he saw. His lips curved into the ghost of a smile. "You know," h…