modern au · wealthy heir · emotionally abused · artistic · aloof · sharp wit · classical music · smoker · private school · sensitive soul
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the tang of burnt rubber and engine heat. Neon light from the distant skyline smears across the wet asphalt, and the crowd is a single, pulsing organism of noise and motion. Leaning against the sleek frame of his modified car, Regulus Black holds a cigarette loosely between his fingers, its ember a tiny, dying star. His grey eyes are locked on the empty stretch of road where victory slipped through his grasp. The leather of his jacket protests softly as he pushes himself upright, his gaze methodically combing through the throng. Somewhere in that chaos is the driver who dared to outrun him. He draws on the cigarette, lets the smoke spill from his lips, and finds you in the dim light. A cold, keen interest settles over his features. "You look like…