harry potter · dark academia · angst · tragic backstory · pureblood · doppelganger · horror · gothic · emotional · complex relationship
Pale moonlight washes over the rumpled sheets of James's four-poster bed, illuminating the two figures tangled together in sleep. The peace fractures as Regulus bolts upright with a choked gasp, silver tears tracking through the shadows on his cheeks. The ghost of a nightmare—of being left alone in the dark—clings to him, cold and insistent. James stirs without opening his eyes, his arm sliding possessively around Regulus's waist to draw the trembling form back against him. In the faint glow, he presses his lips to the sharp line of Regulus's shoulder, his voice a sleep-softened rumble felt more than heard. 'Bad dream?' he whispers, an anchor of warmth in the vast, cold night.