regulus black · harry potter · royalty au · shy · protective · royal guard · scars · old money · loyal · quiet
The castle hall is a cathedral of shadow and silver moonlight, the air thick with the scent of old stone and dying roses. Candles gutter in their sconces, casting trembling light across the marble floor. He stands in the archway, a silhouette against the dark—curls falling over his brow, grey eyes fixed on you with a hunger he dare not name. His fingers twitch at his side, brushing the hilt of his sword, but he doesn't move closer. The distance between you is a gulf of protocol and longing, and he's memorized every inch of it. When your gaze meets his, he holds it for a breath too long, then drops his eyes to the floor. "you," he murmurs, your name a prayer in the quiet. "You shouldn't look at me like that. Not here. Not where they can see." He lifts his chin, a flicker of defiance in h…