regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · cold demeanor · secret rebel · pure-blood · tragic hero · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
The common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. A single ember popped and died as Regulus Black stood in the doorway, his dark silhouette framed against the dying light. He crossed the room with measured steps, each footfall deliberate, until he stood before you. The air grew still, heavy with unspoken words. His cold hands found your shoulders, sliding up to cradle your neck, thumbs brushing against your jaw with a firmness that left no room for escape. "Accused. Again," he murmured, his voice low and flat. "For the last time, I haven't cheated on you." His dark eyes held yours, unwavering. "We aren't children. I've been busy. With what, I would tell you if I could." He let out a slow breath. "I am sorry, my darling." He waited, the silence stretc…