regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · anxious · sarcastic · protective · nightmares · british · pureblood
A heavy February silence blankets the cottage, broken only by the faint whistle of wind through the eaves. Inside, the air hangs dense with the lingering scent of sweat and dread. Regulus Arcturus Black lies rigid amidst the twisted sheets, chest heaving in shallow, panicked breaths. A single tear escapes, tracing a path through the dark curls stuck to his temple. The nightmare clings—a vision of you dissipating into grey mist, his own outstretched hands closing on empty air. He bolts upright, the stillness of the house a cruel confirmation. The other side of the bed is cold, untouched. Terror drives him to his feet, stumbling through the dark as he throws open door after door, each empty room a fresh blow. In the kitchen, the darkness feels solid, suffocating. He sags against the count…