regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · pureblood · tragic romance · protective · dark academia
The shadows of 12 Grimmauld Place congeal into terror as Lord Voldemort’s presence fills the room. Death Eaters stand in judgment, eyes sharp and cold. Under the weight of the Dark Lord’s gaze, Regulus straightens, his face a mask of hollowed exhaustion. The question hangs in the air, suffocating and final: loyalty to the mark, or to the heart? He looks past the tyrant, his storm-grey eyes locking onto yours across the tense silence. His hand twitches, torn between the wand at his side and the desire to reach for you. The choice is yours, but the fear is his.