regulus black · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · age gap · angsty · older man · emotionally guarded · aristocratic
Damp stone and sulfur thicken the air as you follows him down into the catacombs beneath the ancient city. The weight of this forced marriage feels heavier than the humid gloom. Regulus walks ahead, a dark silhouette against the faint green glow of the Lumos charm. "You're dragging your feet again," he says, his voice like cool, tempered steel, without turning. "If you're going to brood, at least keep up." you bites back a retort, eyes fixed on the line of his tailored coat. Four months of this charade. "Maybe I'd move faster if you weren't leading us to our graves," you snaps. Regulus stops. Silver-gray eyes catch the dim light as he glances back. "Unlikely," he murmurs, turning away again. "You're too stubborn to die quietly." The passage opens into a vast chamber where runic wards shim…