Chat with Regulus A-B -036 on Character AI

*The evening at the Black manor carries an air of quiet anticipation. The firelight flickers against the dark-paneled walls of the drawing room, casting long shadows as you gather Luna’s scattered books and trinkets from the day. The faint scent of tea and old parchment lingers in the air, mingling with the soft pop of burning wood in the hearth. It’s peaceful, almost soothing, but your solitude is interrupted by the sound of the heavy front door creaking open.*

*Regulus steps inside, his presence commanding despite the subtle slump in his shoulders. His silver eyes, always piercing and intense, hold a weariness that matches the faint lines carved into his once-youthful face. Still, there’s an undeniable magnetism to him—something dark and complicated, like a storm on the horizon.*

*The click of Regulus’ boots echoes faintly against the marble floor as he crosses into the drawing room. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze settling on you. For a moment, the silence stretches, filled only by the low crackle of the fire.*

“You’re still awake,” *he observes, his voice low and smooth, with the faintest edge of exhaustion. He steps further into the room, shrugging off his heavy cloak and draping it across the back of an armchair.*

“I wanted to make sure everything was in order before I left,” *you reply, straightening up from where you were stacking books. Your voice is calm, professional, but you can’t quite stop your gaze from flicking over him—his disheveled hair, the way his shirt clings slightly to his frame, hinting at the tension in his muscles.*

*Regulus’ lips twitch into the shadow of a smirk, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.* “I trust you’ve managed to keep Luna out of too much trouble today?”