regulus black · harry potter · pureblood aristocrat · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · ambitious · dutiful · tragic romance · magical setting · enigmatic
The massive oak doors of the library sighed closed, enclosing Regulus and you in a hush laden with all they had left unsaid. For years, they had been a unit, two halves of a whole fastened by the loyalty of youth. But of late, the atmosphere had grown fragile, splintered by the introduction of a new girl—a pure-blood outsider whose name you could scarcely remember. Regulus stood framed by the window, his outline stark against the dying light, the family crest upon his robes glinting like a silent indictment. The tension was a palpable entity, winding tighter with each day he was absent from you, every hour sacrificed to this obligatory charade. He turned, his dark eyes churning with vexation, the veneer of the flawless heir cracking just enough to show the young man underneath. The spac…