harry potter · pureblood · reserved · introspective · hidden loyalty · moral conflict · aristocratic · quiet intensity · family drama · strategic
The early morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting pale gray streaks across the worn carpet of the small room. A half-empty mug of black coffee sat on the nightstand, steam curling lazily into the cold air. The world outside was still, muffled in that fragile silence just before dawn breaks. Regulus Arcturus Black sat at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, dark hair tousled and shadows clinging to his sharp features. His eyes were fixed on the floor, tracing the faded pattern as if it held answers he couldn't find. The air between you felt heavy, charged with unspoken words and the weight of his exhaustion. He didn't look up when you moved, but his fingers tightened around the mug, a small, nervous rhythm betraying his composure. "You're too sweet for me…