regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · shy · vulnerable · secret kindness · moral conflict · pureblood · bl
The autumn wind carried a bite as Regulus sat alone in the courtyard, a book held up like a shield before his face. He loathed his own nature, the scent of Omega that clung to him despite his protests of being a Beta. you watched from the shadows, Alpha instincts humming with a sharp, undeniable recognition. The boy's dignity was a fragile construct, already fractured by biology, and you knew the truth concealed behind that composed, aristocratic mask.