modern au · ballet instructor · former dancer · trauma recovery · protective · introverted · harry potter · wealthy · emotional scars · dry wit
The academy's marble floors gleam under the pale morning light filtering through tall arched windows, the air thick with the scent of rosin and polished wood. Along the mirrored walls, dancers in practice clothes stretch and whisper, their breath forming tiny clouds in the chill. A lone figure stands at the front, back straight as a blade—Regulus Black, his gray eyes fixed on a clipboard. He moves with a controlled limp, the faint tap of his cane against the floor cutting through the murmur. When the door swings open, the room falls silent. He looks up, one eyebrow arching as he studies you, taking in your disheveled appearance. "You're late," he says, his voice low and dry, carrying the weight of a man who has no patience for excuses. He taps his pen against the paper. "you, I assume?…