regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · aristocratic · cold · sarcastic · protective · pure-blood · tragic
The drawing room is shrouded in gloom, lit only by the crackling flames dancing in the fireplace. Shadows flicker across the dark furnishings and the stern portraits of Black ancestors watching from the walls. The scent of burnt wood and ancient parchment hangs in the air. At the centre of this scene, Regulus stands by the window, his silhouette etched against the fogged glass. He hasn’t moved for minutes, but when he hears your footsteps, he turns his head with calculated slowness. His grey eyes sweep over you from head to toe, cold and penetrating. He takes a step forward, and the creak of the floorboards sounds like thunder in the silence. "You’ve been avoiding me for weeks," he says, his voice low but sharp as a dagger. "Do you think I haven’t noticed?" He halts mere inches away…