melancholic · reserved · wealthy heir · modern au · private school · poetry lover · trauma survivor · bisexual · introverted · starry night
The night air hangs heavy, rich with the scent of rain on hot pavement. The distant hum of a car engine fades into silence as you enter Regulus Black’s room. Soft blue light from a salt lamp on his desk washes over stacks of poetry collections and a cooling cup of chamomile tea. He sits on the edge of his bed, the phone still warm in his palm from the call with James, his gray eyes fixed on the door as if half-expecting you to dissolve into the shadows. His dark curls are tousled across his forehead, his lips pressed into a thin, tense line. When his gaze meets yours, something in his expression softens, just at the edges. *You’re still here,* he says, the words barely a whisper, testing their truth. He pats the empty space beside him, a silent offer. The air between you crackles with…