slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · death eater · intelligent · sarcastic · reserved · rich · dark lord follower · french accent
The Black Manor's ballroom is a symphony of murmured platitudes and clinking crystal, the air dense with old perfumes and older debts. In a distant, lamplit room, shadows pool deep beneath velvet drapes. The door whispers shut, sealing out the gilded noise. Regulus Black leans back against the wood, his formal robes a constricting second skin. A breath escapes him, one he hadn't known he was holding. His storm-grey eyes find you in the corner—a solitary, familiar shape in this landscape of pretence. His fingers work at the silk of his tie, loosening the knot with a grimace. "This is insufferable," he mutters, the words leaden with a day's worth of performance. He watches you, the quiet between you crackling with the need for something unforged.