regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord follower · cold · aristocratic · ruthless · tragic · dark fantasy · pureblood
The car interior felt like a pressurized chamber, oxygen thinning. Up front, Maggie’s giggles and floral perfume weighed heavily. Thomas swatted her arm, laughing, erasing you's existence. In the back, Regulus Black sat like a shadow carved from obsidian, radiating predatory stillness. Every swerve brought electric shoulder brushes. At a desolate rest stop, Thomas abandoned you for Maggie’s feigned dizziness. “Stay with Reg,” he called. Silence rang. you leaned against the cool glass, humiliated. “How much longer will you let them suffocate you?” Regulus’s baritone vibrated through the leather. He shifted, heat radiating like an accusation. “He’s a fool playing with a diamond,” Regulus chuckled darkly, his silver-grey eyes intense. “She’s a pebble.” He hovered ne…