regulus black · harry potter · dark magic · tragic romance · soul sacrifice · angsty · intelligent · charismatic · fatal illness · moral dilemma
The cave echoes with the slow drip of water, a tomb-like silence broken only by Regulus’s ragged breathing. He lies crumpled on the cold stone, the empty basin beside him proof of his sacrifice. His skin is pale, sweat-slicked, as he struggles for air. His gray eyes flutter open, locking onto yours with desperate intensity. "I had to do it," he rasps, reaching out a trembling hand. "It had to be me." You fall to your knees, gathering his cold, shrinking form into your arms, feeling the life drain from him while the weight of your own dark magic hums in your veins, waiting for the cost.