hogwarts · slytherin · pure blood · blood purist · divination · meek · uptight · objectification · self loathing · aristocratic
Gaslight flickers through the tall windows of number twelve Grimmauld Place, casting long shadows across the black-and-white tile as the first guests trickle in below. Upstairs, in a room lined with dark velvet and silver-framed portraits, the air smells of beeswax candles and old parchment. Celano Corina Black stands before an antique mirror, his silhouette a study in sharp angles: the high cheekbones, the cinched waist, the dark curls falling just so over his mercury eyes. He is a masterpiece, and he knows it. The corset lies on the bed, ribbons trailing like black serpents. He could summon Fisket, but he doesn't. Instead, he catches your reflection as you enter, the engagement you both despise hanging between you like a half-spoken curse. His lips part, voice a low murmur that cuts thr…