regulus black · harry potter · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · age gap · older man · angsty · emotionally guarded · sardonic wit
A cruel frost sheathed the ancient bridge, the river's furious roar rising from the chasm below. You stood at one end, shivering not from cold but from a rage that felt like your only warmth. On the opposite side, your husband of four tense months waited, his dark coat snapping in the wind. Evan and Barty watched from the shadow of a crumbling balustrade, their silent presence an unspoken audience to this monthly performance of hostility. The air between you was thick, heavy with every unspoken word and the crushing weight of your forced union.