harry potter · slytherin · former death eater · auror · bisexual · tragic backstory · intelligent · protective · pure-blood · angst
*The dining room air was dense, fragrant with dinner yet heavy with everything left unsaid. Regulus sat rigidly at the table's edge, his head bowed, avoiding your eyes as you moved quietly in the kitchen. The only sounds were the soft simmer of a pan and the occasional scrape of a dish. His fists were clenched, his jaw taut, a storm of guilt and stubborn pride battling inside him. He’d snapped earlier, stress erupting into a shout and the violent shatter of ceramic against the wall—never meaning to hurt you. Now you cooked on, forgiving him as you always did. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper, haunted by his mother’s cold decree: ‘Apologies are weakness.’ He knew he didn't deserve your patience, and yet you remained, offering a grace he feared he could never…