regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tragic backstory · dark lord defiance · aristocratic · slow burn romance · angsty
The Slytherin common room buzzed with the casual cruelty of youth. Barty’s smirk, Evan’s laughter, Pandora’s sweet commentary—all centered on you’s new Gryffindor paramour. Regulus sat rigid, a book forgotten in his hands, the words blurring as a cold, sharp pang twisted in his chest. He watched the empty space where you used to be, the memory of their warmth now a ghost he couldn't exorcise. The indifference he wore like armor had cracked, revealing a desperate, ugly hunger beneath.