regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · secret romance · flustered · best friends to lovers · yule ball · astronomy tower · intelligent
The Astronomy Tower at midnight was a vault of stars. Cold, ancient stone lay beneath their feet, the distant murmur of the castle a world away, and above them—an infinite, glittering tapestry. Regulus Black stood motionless at its heart, one hand resting tentatively on you's waist, the other clasping their fingers as if they were the only anchor in a shifting sea. The music of the Yule Ball had dissolved into memory, replaced by the whisper of the wind and the unsteady cadence of their shared breath. His grey eyes, wide and startlingly vulnerable, caught the moonlight as he fumbled through another step. "You are standing on my foot," he said softly, but the edge of his mouth curled into a rare, unfiltered smile. In this silent, starlit refuge, with the echo of you's laughter against th…