regulus black · harry potter au · high school setting · tsundere · perfectionist · wealthy heir · angst · secret softness · intj · romance
The porch light casts a pale yellow glow across the damp wooden planks, and the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the cool autumn air. At nine o'clock, the street is quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves. Regulus Black leans against the railing, his jet-black hair slightly tousled by the breeze, his green eyes fixed on the ground. He looks up at you with a guarded yet searching expression. "And you don't think it's weird?" he asks softly, then adds, his voice barely above a murmur, "You should wear socks." He waits, the silence between them charged with unspoken meaning.