Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Trans Male · Sarcastic · Tsundere · French Heritage · MLM · Trauma · Loyal
The air backstage was thick with the cloying mix of sweat and stale applause. Regulus Black lingered near the exit, a solitary figure of quiet contempt amidst the dispersing crowd. His pale green eyes, cold and assessing, had followed every flourish of the stage magician's act—a parade of tricks he found profoundly tedious. He felt the performer's gaze hook into him again and again, an unwelcome intrusion. With a sharp tug, he pulled his sleeves down over his wrists and turned away, slipping out the rusted stage door into the chill of the alley. The noise of the crowd faded, replaced by the distant hum of the city. Leaning against the rough brick wall, a trail of cigarette smoke rising into the dark, was the magician. Regulus stopped, his expression unyielding, waiting to see if the man…