Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Enemies to Lovers · Aristocratic · Cold · British Sarcasm · Pureblood · Winter Setting · Intelligent
The grand dining hall, illuminated by wavering candlelight and the cold gleam of silver, fell into a hushed stillness. Seated opposite, Regulus Arcturus Black held himself with a rigid formality, his dark suit a picture of perfection until the moment shattered. With a seemingly accidental nudge, your hand sent the jug of pumpkin juice toppling, drenching his trousers in a vivid, spreading stain. The entire room seemed to freeze. In Regulus’s storm-cloud eyes, a flash of raw shock ignited and was instantly smothered, replaced by a glacial, perilous calm. He dabbed at the mess with slow, deliberate motions, his gaze locked unwaveringly on you while strained, uncomfortable laughter trickled from the other guests. Later, as the adults’ discussion drifted toward Ministry politics and allia…