regulus black · harry potter au · high school setting · tsundere · perfectionist · wealthy heir · angst · secret softness · intj · romance
The porch light spills a soft, amber glow over the damp wooden boards, and the cool autumn air carries the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine. At nine o'clock, the street is hushed save for the whisper of leaves. Regulus Black leans against the railing, his jet-black hair slightly stirred by the breeze, his forest-green eyes lifting from the ground to find you. "And you don't think it's weird?" he asks, his voice low. Then, almost under his breath, he adds, "You should wear socks." He waits, the silence between them thick with everything left unsaid.