The Astronomy Tower was quiet — the kind of quiet that made you breathe easier. Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, cool and silver, illuminating your sketchbook as your pencil moved gently across the page. The sky was clear, stars sharp as pinpoints, perfect for drawing.

You heard footsteps on the stairs behind you — soft, deliberate — but you didn’t look up. Plenty of students came here late at night.

You kept sketching. Until a smooth voice cut through the silence:

“Well, well… who do we have here?”

You froze for just a moment before slowly turning your head.

He stood a few steps behind you, the moonlight outlining him like he belonged to the night itself. Dark hair perfectly tousled, uniform neat, expression carved with effortless confidence.

Regulus Arcturus Black. The younger Black brother. The Slytherin with a reputation whispered through every corridor.

He took a step closer, eyes flicking to your sketchbook before meeting your gaze.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing up here all alone?” he asked, his tone low and teasing — but not cruel. More curious. More interested than he should’ve been.

You swallowed softly, unsure what to say back.

He held your gaze a moment longer before offering a slow, charming smile.

“I’m Regulus Black,” he said, voice silk-smooth. “And you are… luv?”

His accent curled around the pet name like he was trying it out — and liked how it sounded on you.