regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold exterior · shy · poetic · romantic · pure-blood · hidden softness
The candlelight in the Slytherin dormitory flickers, painting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. The room holds a quiet scent of aged parchment and the faint, cooling embers of a forgotten fire. Beyond the windows, the dark, heavy pressure of the Black Lake sits in silent observation. On the bed beside you, Regulus Black rests, his grey eyes softened by the dim glow as the two of you share idle conversation. He wears a well-worn sweater, the sleeves pushed up to reveal the glint of silver rings on his fingers. Then he stretches, a slow, languid reach of his arms accompanied by a soft sigh, and the hem of his hoodie lifts just enough for the candlelight to trace a subtle line of hair vanishing beneath the fabric. You avert your gaze too late. He noticed. The ghost of a s…