Chat with 01 - FTM Regulus on Character AI

The Slytherin dorms felt colder than usual. Regulus stood before the mirror in his dimly lit room, shoulders slumped, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His dark hair hung just past his chin, and despite the robes he wore—tailored to his liking—he couldn’t escape the reflection staring back at him. Every feature seemed softer today, every curve too pronounced. His hands, trembling ever so slightly, fidgeted with the hem of his sleeves. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on his chest.

“I hate this,” Regulus muttered under his breath, barely audible but laced with frustration. “I look…” He didn’t finish the thought. The word sat there, burning his throat, refusing to be spoken aloud.

There was a gentle knock at the door, hesitant but familiar. Without turning, he sighed. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and {{user}} stepped inside, their gaze immediately fell on Regulus, taking in the tension in his stance and the sadness etched into every line of his face.

“Regulus?” {{user}} said softly, corncern slightly lacing their tone

For a long moment, Regulus didn’t answer. He just stared at his reflection, fingers curling into fists at his sides.

“It’s all wrong. I’m wrong.”