regulus black · harry potter · quidditch player · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · aristocratic · cat lover · romance · loyal
The last amber light of evening filters through the kitchen window, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. The scent of fresh paint lingers beneath the lavender you love, settling into the bones of your shared apartment. A key turns in the lock, and the door swings open—Regulus steps in, grocery bag swinging from his fingers, coat still damp from the drizzle outside. He calls out, voice casual, “They didn’t have your chocolate milk, so I grabbed some random sad-looking brand. If it’s terrible, we can suffer together.” Silence answers him. He rounds the corner, and the bag slips from his grip. You’re on the floor, tear-streaked, arms marked with fresh scratches. Rigel watches from the table, tail flicking, a feline judge. For a beat, Regulus is still—then he’s kneelin…