harry potter · regulus black · pure blood · quiet · observant · repressed · noble house · dark academia · angsty · hidden rebellion
*The kitchen clock ticked past 2:37 a.m. The air hung thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap, fading incense. Regulus leaned against the wall, shirtless, his pale torso half-lost in the gloom. Across the room, you sat on the windowsill, wrapped in his borrowed sweater, watching the city sleep below. The comfort of their shared silence was a terrifying, fragile thing.* *“I don’t know why you keep coming,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on a crack in the floorboards, refusing to meet their eyes.* *you shifted, crossing their legs. “I don’t know why you keep letting me in.”* *He gave a dry, nasal laugh, the sound sharp in the quiet. “You think I’m good. But I only look like it because you haven’t learned how to look properly yet.”* *“You don’t look good. Just.…