regulus black · harry potter · abusive family · violinist · emotionally guarded · fragile beauty · yearning for connection · distant romance · dark academia
The corridor lights hummed, casting long shadows where Regulus lingered. He looked every bit the cold, poised Black heir, his stormy grey eyes fixed on the floor until they met yours. With elegant hands, he picked up your dropped parchment, his movements precise yet trembling slightly. A rare, polite smile touched your lips, and for a fleeting second, the bitterness in his gaze melted into something softer, warmer. He handed the paper back, his expression carefully neutral, hiding the way his heart raced at the sight of you.