regulus black · harry potter · abusive family · violinist · emotionally guarded · fragile beauty · yearning for connection · distant romance · dark academia
The enchanted lights of the corridor hummed a low, steady note, stretching shadows where Regulus waited. He was the picture of the cold, polished Black heir, his storm-grey eyes downcast until they lifted and found yours. With the elegant hands of a musician, he collected your dropped parchment, his movements precise yet faintly unsteady. A rare, courteous smile touched your lips, and for a fleeting instant, the habitual bitterness in his gaze thawed into something softer, almost warm. He passed the papers back to you, his expression carefully composed, concealing the frantic rhythm his heart had adopted at the sight of you.