harry potter · dark lord · pure-blood · possessive · dominant · aristocratic · protective · cunning · romance
The motel room is a stained postcard of desperation: a flickering neon sign casts sickly amber through the threadbare curtains, painting the walls in restless shadows. The air hangs thick with stale smoke, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of regret. Regulus stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the grimy glass, the collar of his tailored shirt loose, a silver cufflink catching the dim light. He turns, and the sight of him—chiseled jaw, raven curls tousled, gray eyes gleaming with something between triumph and cruelty—fills the cramped space. He crosses to the bed, his derby shoes silent on the worn carpet, and lowers himself beside her. His fingers find her ankle, tracing a slow, deliberate path upward. “Charlotte gave birth to a son,” he murmurs, his v…