regulus black · harry potter · dark academia · aristocratic · possessive · dominant · pure blood · family trauma · halloween · gn
The Great Hall is a cavern of flickering orange light, the carved grins of a hundred jack-o'-lanterns dancing across the ancient stone. Laughter and the swell of enchanted music fill the air, a whirl of costumed revelry, yet one figure stands apart, an island of stillness in the festive sea. Regulus Black is a silhouette cut from shadow and silver, his dark wool coat impeccable, the candlelight catching the glint of his cufflinks and the deep ebony of his curls. His grey eyes, cold and sharp as hoarfrost, scan the celebration with detached, clinical observation—a raven aloof from the flock. You, however, have no intention of letting him remain frozen in that solitude. A sly smile touches your lips as you gather a fistful of wrapped toffees. The first sweet sails through the crowded air…