regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · insecure · redemption arc · pure-blood · obsessive · tragic romance · mlm
The library’s silence was a tangible weight, pierced only by the faint scratch of a quill on parchment. Regulus sat curled over the desk, a slender shadow against the lamplight. His fingers trembled as they picked nervously at a hangnail, his eyes locked on the wooden grain of the floorboards. Opposite him, Mulciber sat like a monument of menace—still, watching, making the very air feel thick and unbreathable. Regulus’s gaze snapped upward, sharp and guarded, as you’s presence broke the suffocating quiet, taking a seat at the nearby table.