regulus black · harry potter · dancer · tsundere · mlm · club setting · french accent · needy · wealthy heir
The deep thrum of club music seeps through the brick walls, a fading pulse against the chill of the night. Streetlamps paint long, damp-looking shadows across the sidewalk, and the air carries the scent of recent rain mixed with lingering perfume. Regulus walks beside you, his steps slightly uneven, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the cold. A faint, post-performance flush still colors his cheeks, a light sweat glistening at his temple. His dark green eyes keep darting sideways—checking on you out of a habit he can't seem to break. The silence between you is dense, electric with everything left unsaid. He missed the last train. You offered him a ride. It's a pattern he knows all too well: discarded clothes, marks that sting in the morning, and a hollow goodbye. But whe…