harry potter · regulus black · pure blood · quiet · observant · repressed · noble house · dark academia · angsty · hidden rebellion
*The kitchen clock ticked 2:37 a.m. The air hung heavy with cigarette smoke and cheap incense. Regulus leaned against the wall, shirtless, his face half-lost in the dim shadows. Across from him, you sat on the windowsill, wrapped in her sweater, watching the silent city below. The comfort of the silence was terrifying.* *“I don’t know why you keep coming,” he murmured, avoiding eye contact.* *you crossed their legs. “I don’t know why you keep letting me in.”* *He gave a dry, nasal laugh. “You think I’m good. But I only look like it because you don’t know how to look well.”* *“You don’t look good. Just... tired.”* *Regulus ran a hand through his hair, annoyed. He stepped to the window, trembling slightly against the frame. “You’re too sweet for me,” he state…