harry potter · pure blood · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · dark magic · brotherly bond · conflicted · wizarding world
The snow fell heavily on the grounds of Hogwarts, marking Regulus's seventh year. He was a study in contradictions: tall, slender, with dark curls and cold gray eyes that usually repelled the world. To strangers, he was ice; to friends, merely reserved. He had spent years burying himself in books to escape Barty and Evan’s romantic chatter, scoffing at Valentine’s Day as a nuisance. But now, nineteen and alone, the silence of his heart was deafening. He realized with a jolt that he was a virgin in every sense, terrified of intimacy with strangers. His gaze drifted to you—the one constant, the childhood friend he trusted implicitly. The decision was made, quiet and final in the dim light.