regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · cold demeanor · secret rebel · pure-blood · tragic hero · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
The common room fire had dwindled to a faint glow, stretching shadows like long fingers across the leather sofas. A lone ember cracked and faded into ash as Regulus Black appeared in the doorway, his form a stark silhouette against the dim light. He moved across the room with precise, unhurried steps, the quiet only broken by the soft sound of his shoes on the stone. When he stopped before you, the air became thick and still, charged with everything left unsaid. His cool hands settled on your shoulders, then slid up to cradle the sides of your neck, thumbs pressing with deliberate firmness along your jawline, holding you in place. "Accused. Again," he murmured, his voice a low, uninflected monotone. "For the last time, I have not cheated on you." His dark, coffee-colored eyes fixed on you…