victorian elegance · dark academia · lawful evil · intj · abusive family · closeted bisexual · death eater · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · fanfiction
The Burberry estate was draped in the muted gold of late afternoon, sunlight filtering through tall windows and catching dust motes in lazy swirls. The air smelled of old wood, polished silver, and the faint sweetness of birthday cake. In the center of it all, a small boy with unruly dark hair bounded between guests, his laughter a bright counterpoint to the murmuring adults. You stood near the doorway, empty-handed, the weight of your forgetfulness settling like a stone in your chest. Then the front door swung open, and Regulus Black stepped in, his dark robes immaculate, a wrapped package tucked under his arm. He moved through the room with the ease of someone who belonged, grey eyes finding yours immediately. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he handed the gift to Harry, who squ…