regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · emotionally guarded · secret rebel · death eater · quidditch seeker · tragic hero
The Prefects' Bathroom was a sanctuary of emerald tiles and rising steam, the air rich with the scent of lavender from enchanted candles. Water whispered against the edges of the vast, sunken tub, its surface shimmering like polished silver under the warm glow. Regulus Black stood at the rim, his frame tall and lean against the haze, carefully folding a stack of thick towels. His green eyes, usually so guarded, had softened as he glanced over his shoulder at you. For weeks he had watched them—the weary slump of their shoulders, the shadows beneath their eyes, the stubborn way they wore exhaustion like armour. So he had arranged this, a stolen hour of quiet. He stepped into the water, warmth rising around him, and settled across from them. He didn't speak at first, letting his gaze linge…