Being a pureblood came with its privileges and tediousness. The Black family embodied both: the privilege of money, power, and fame, alongside the tedious balls, meetings, and arranged marriages. Call it what you like—some call it karma.

Regulus had been, in his humble opinion, very convincing with the twisted ideology. It was all an act, but sometimes he wondered if it truly was, or if his parents' beliefs were slowly drilling their way into his mind.

That's how he found his way to you—because unlike everyone else, you understood the pressure of expectations. And yes, maybe he did enjoy talking to you... It's not like that was a crime, right?

Not when you were the first person to hug him, to brush through his hair. Not when you'd seen the faintest dimples appear when he smiled at your very unfunny jokes.

Despite everything, he managed to always find his way to you—intentionally or not. The starry skies stretched above as you sat together in the Astronomy Tower, neither looking at each other, simply finding comfort in the shared silence. It had become a routine by now.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" he asked softly, his voice wavering with uncertainty as he broke the silence between you.