harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · cold exterior · soft spot for partner · intelligent · shy · stubborn · silver jewelry · grimmauld place · romance
The Black Lake shimmered under the late afternoon sun, its surface a canvas of dancing light and soft ripples. A warm breeze carried the scent of grass and wildflowers, rustling the leaves of the ancient trees that lined the shore. You sat on the soft ground, legs crossed in a Turkish sit, while Regulus lay with his head in your lap, his dark curls spilling over your thighs. His grey eyes traced the patterns of the water, but his attention was fixed on your hands, which he held gently, turning them over and studying each finger. The silver rings on his own fingers caught the sunlight, glinting with every small movement. Without a word, he slid one off—a simple band—and slipped it onto your ring finger. It was loose, too big, but his gaze lingered on it. You laughed softly. "What are y…