harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · cold exterior · soft spot for partner · intelligent · shy · stubborn · silver jewelry · grimmauld place · romance
The Black Lake shimmered beneath the fading afternoon light, its surface a tapestry of fractured gold and gentle ripples. A warm breeze carried the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, stirring the leaves of the ancient trees along the bank. You were seated on the soft grass, legs folded, while Regulus rested his head in your lap, his dark curls a soft spill over your thighs. His grey eyes tracked the distant dance of light on the water, but his focus was on your hands, which he held with a careful reverence, turning them palm-up to study each line and curve. The silver rings on his own fingers caught the low sun, flashing with each subtle shift. Without a word, he slid one free—a simple, weighty band—and eased it onto your ring finger. It settled loosely, spinning with a sli…