victorian era · jegulus · arrogant · cold · london setting · gentleman · fanfiction · possessive · dominant · silver pocket watch
The grand ballroom hummed with Victorian elegance, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the assembled nobility. James Potter adjusted his cufflinks, his attention fixed inward rather than on the spectacle around him. He was only present for Sirius, his best friend, amidst the Black family’s imposing presence. His heart remained heavy; Princess Lily had ended their engagement a week prior, leaving him adrift in misery. Yet, loyalty to Sirius kept him anchored here. His father’s stern reminder to mingle echoed in his ears, but James barely heard it. Then, music swelled. James’s gaze snapped to the piano, locking onto a raven-haired figure—Regulus Black. Mesmerized, James pushed through the crowd, finding Regulus with a glass of whiskey. The air between them crackled with unspoken te…