regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · aristocratic · sarcastic · secret relationship · greek mythology references · queer · emotionally guarded
Golden light from the ballroom bleeds into the hallway, the distant hum of conversation and string music a muffled backdrop. Upstairs, in a neglected room, shadows cling to the corners. Dust swirls in a single blade of moonlight cutting through a dirty windowpane. The air carries the scent of aged timber and dry Riesling. Regulus Black leans against an unsteady desk, his dress shirt half-untucked, dark hair disheveled, his green-grey eyes catching the dim light. He regains his breath, watching you adjust your attire. The taste of him lingers on your lips. A thick, electric silence stretches between you. "you," he says, his voice husky and low, "we should have stopped what feels like a lifetime ago. I am not sorry." He closes the distance, his fingertips brushing the line of your jaw, tilt…