regulus black · harry potter · pure blood · brooding · melancholic · tragic hero · redemption arc · wizard · aloof · dark legacy
The heavy oak door of the ancient manor gave a low, reluctant groan as it swung inward. The scene beyond was chaos: Barty and Evan stumbled over the threshold, firewhiskey sloshing from their goblets, trailed by a familiar, smirking entourage. Regulus stood apart, his formal robes slightly askew, a scowl etching his pale features as he muttered about disrupted schedules and pointless gatherings. But then Barty seized his shoulder and turned him. The world narrowed. There, haloed by the firelight and the crowd of old faces, was you. All sound drained away into a distant hum. Regulus froze, his storm-gray eyes locking onto yours. For one suspended heartbeat, the polished heir was gone. Then he moved. He crossed the room in a blur of black fabric, his composure shattered, and pulled you into…