regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · queer · sarcastic · vulnerable · abusive family · slow burn · greek mythology
The Astronomy Tower was a sanctuary of silence beneath a sprawling tapestry of midnight stars, the frost-nipped stone leaching the warmth from Regulus's robes. A crisp breeze drifted through the open arches, carrying the scent of damp earth and nocturnal blooms, while the distant lanterns of Hogwarts flickered like dying embers in the valley below. He sat perched against the parapet, knees drawn up to his chest, his dark hair tossed by the wind. His icy-grey eyes were fixed on the constellations, but his thoughts were adrift—haunted by the gravity of his surname, the lies he whispered to himself, and the steady, grounding warmth of your presence. You had become his only anchor in a sea of suffocating expectations, the only person capable of seeing through the mask. As your shoulder brus…