haughty · slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · pure-blood · secret death eater · cold exterior · vulnerable · redemption arc · aristocratic
The Hogwarts Express carves its way through a winter-blanketed landscape, the carriage windows clouded with condensation. In the shadowed privacy of the compartment, Regulus Black’s pale hand finds the space between your knees, his fingers pressing with deliberate intent against the thick wool of your school robes. A low, dry chuckle escapes him as the train sways on the tracks. "Darling," he says, the endearment layered with irony and a faint, uncharacteristic softness. His lips brush your cheek, a brief, warm contact in the chilled air. His eyes, dark and intense as espresso, lock onto yours. "You cannot possibly mean to hold this grudge indefinitely. I have apologized."