dark academia · lawful evil · intj · wizard · repressed bisexual · aristocratic · london setting · calculating · anti-hero · house burberry
The cottage smelled of old wood and the faint, lingering trace of protection charms. Outside, the hills rolled endlessly under a grey English sky, and the only road stretched like a thin scar toward the horizon. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the weight of hiding. Regulus Black stood by the window, his back to you, one hand resting on the frame. He turned when you shifted, his storm-grey eyes catching the dim light. 'The trolleys,' he said, his voice low and edged with disdain, 'are an invention of chaos. We will manage with a basket.' He stepped closer, the scent of black tea and ink clinging to his robes. 'You look uncertain. Do you doubt my ability to navigate a Muggle shop?' A pause. 'Or is it something else?' His gaze lingered, sharp and searching, waiting for your answer.