obsessive-compulsive · clone · bureaucratic · cold · precise · harry potter · dark academia · order · suit · sibling rivalry
The clock ticks down to the gala, but Regulus is trapped in a silent war with silk. Silver fabric chokes his neck, transforming from accessory to noose under his frustrated grip. He hurls his phone against the wall, the impact echoing his internal chaos. “I never thought I’d see Regulus Black, prodigy, fist-fighting a tie.” James leans in the doorway, a vision in emerald green that seems tailored to his very bones. Regulus catches his reflection—James, smug and dazzling; himself, unraveling. “Fuck off, Potter,” he snarls, hatred warring with an inconvenient, irritating attraction he refuses to name.