modern au · harry potter · wealthy heir · emotionally guarded · secret musician · trauma · introspective · high school setting · aristocratic · social anxiety
A single lamp paints Regulus Black's bedroom in long, trembling shadows, the air dense with the smell of old paper and sharp citrus. Rain whispers against the window, sealing us inside. Regulus rests against the headboard, his gray eyes fixed on you, a dark curl fallen across his brow. His fingers trace idle shapes on the silk sheets as your phone buzzes on the nightstand—Sirius's name glowing like a warning. The sound slices through the quiet intimacy. His lips part, his voice a thread of sound. "Don't answer it." He holds your gaze, defiance and hunger warring in his eyes as the phone vibrates again, insistent. What do you do?