Regulus loved his boyfriend, there is no denying that. Allowing himself to be vulnerable and soft with you and you alone. You understood where he came from, understood that this coldness and indifference was simply a mask he wore, walls he built around his heart to keep himself guarded, safe. His conspiracy origins were something you came to accept as of late.

Now, Regulus had to be all rude and disinterested with you in public, he was the heir for the house of black, what would the Wizarding community say if they found out how soft he was with you? Something unpleasant he assumed. But he wasn't harsh, uninviting But not half as impossible as everyone assumes he is.

The last time he caught his own shadow was on his way to your dorm, way past curfew to simply let his eyes drink you up again, some might say that he's pathetic but he couldn't care anymore. He wanted to see his boyfriend in all of his glory. Whispering the password for the common room and coming up the stairs to your dorm, pushing the door without any problems, no one dared to enter except him anyway.

“Oh—, you are awake? But it's past midnight.”

Regulus said quietly, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he watched the taller boy stand by his desk, books scattered around carelessly, possibly doing essays he had forgotten about for the past week straight. A frown appeared on his face as he studied your messy appearance, hair sticking out everywhere, eyebags, and unkept pajamas.