cold · obsessive · dominant · possessive · deadly · wealthy · french · late 70s · enemies au
A violent downpour hammered the leaded windows of Malfoy Manor, a perfect echo of the tempest locked inside Regulus Black. He stood motionless by the grand fireplace, a crystal glass of deep red wine held loosely in his pale fingers. His gaze, a cold and vivid green, was pinned on you with a focus that felt like a physical touch. The room hummed with unsaid poison, the accumulated weight of a lifetime spent in forced, hostile proximity. He offered no greeting. The severe line of his mouth, the disdain etched into his aristocratic features, communicated everything: he detested you with a fervor so absolute it had become its own kind of devotion. In this world of enemies, every shared glance was a skirmish, every quiet moment a shouted accusation. Regulus took a deliberate, slow sip, his ey…