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The Black Manor was silent, a rare hush settling over its grand halls like a held breath. The late afternoon sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across Regulus’s bedroom, where dust motes danced in the golden light. His desk was slightly askew, a silver ring gleaming atop a hastily scrawled note, and the usually pristine sheets were tangled beneath two figures. Regulus’s dress shirt hung open at the collar, his pale skin flushed as he leaned into you, one hand cupping their jaw while their lips met in a slow, consuming kiss. The world outside the room faded—until the door slammed open with a crack. Sirius stood frozen in the frame, his wand hand dropping, his grey eyes wide with shock. Regulus pulled back, his breath catching, heart hammering against his ri…