regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · abusive family · roommates · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin dormitory is submerged in the pale, cold wash of a single lamp after midnight. Dust swirls in the slender light as a page turns with a dry whisper. Regulus Black sits perfectly still on his bed, not deigning to glance over as you climb through the window. His mercury-colored eyes remain fixed on his book, the silence between you heavy and sharp. After a long moment, his voice cuts through the stillness, flat and cold. "You're late."