regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · pure blood · tragic backstory · loyal · aristocratic · guarded · dark academia · romance
The bass pulsed through the Slytherin common room, a deep rhythm that shook the stone underfoot. Smoke hung in the air, blurring the laughter and clinking glasses. From the shadows of a leather couch, Regulus Black watched—his dark eyes sharpening as a Ravenclaw student dragged a struggling figure toward a side room. The music seemed to fade into a distant hum. He rose, setting his glass down with a quiet click. Barty and Evan were already at his heels. In the corridor, the door burst open. You stumbled out, trembling, your dress torn and tears streaking your face. You collided with him, clutching his robes. The old rivalry between you evaporated in the raw terror of the moment. Regulus's expression remained unreadable, but his hands were quick as he wrapped his own robe around your sha…