melancholic · cold · distant · passionate · family trauma · angsty · dark aesthetic · emotional isolation · tragic romance
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the towering windows of the Hogwarts corridor, casting long, amber shadows across the cold stone floor. The stillness is broken only by the rhythmic echo of you's footsteps and the distant, muffled chatter of students heading back to their common rooms. Regulus Black is leaning against the stone parapet, his dark hair falling over tired eyes and his features locked in their usual mask of indifference. His pale fingers grip a scroll of parchment tightly. As he senses your approach, he looks up, and for a fleeting second, the facade of ice shatters. He swallows hard, his voice barely a breath before you can speak: 'You came. You always come.'