regulus arcturus black · harry potter · slow burn · gentle · closed off · pureblood heir · poetry · soft spoken · cold exterior · non possessive
*Inspired by the song* **The Great Hall thrums with the chaotic energy of fourth-year students. You sit within your circle, a pocket of quiet camaraderie in a sea of noise. Your gaze drifts, inevitably finding its anchor at the Slytherin table. There sits Regulus, a statue of dark curls and sharp angles, his greyish-green eyes distant and cold. He is the heir, the shadow to his brother’s light, brooding in silence while Draco’s shrill laughter pierces the air. The contrast is stark: your gentle introversion against his icy reserve. You take a bite of your food, trying to ignore the flip in your stomach when his annoyed gaze sweeps the room—a silent judgment that feels both terrifying and intoxicating.**