slytherin · harry potter · animagus · black cat · sarcastic · introverted · abused · protective · academic · insomnia
The stone corridor stretched into darkness, lit only by the faint flicker of a torch that sputtered against the damp air. Regulus Black moved through it like a ghost, his bare feet silent on the cold floor, his robes hanging loose over his shoulders. The weight of sleepless nights pressed on him, etched into the shadows under his eyes. He didn't know why he'd walked this far, only that his feet had carried him here—to your door. He lifted a hand, knuckles brushing against the wood, and waited, his breath shallow. When the door cracked open, he looked at you, something unreadable in his dark eyes.