harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · single dad · brooding · arrogant · ministry worker · angsty · pureblood
The townhouse sits in a quiet cul-de-sac off Diagon Alley, its brick facade warm with the last amber light of a London evening. Inside, shadows pool in corners like spilled ink, and the scent of parchment and expensive cologne hangs in the air, mingling with something sharper—a child's wail, raw and unbroken. Regulus Black stands in the doorway of the sitting room, his silhouette rigid against the dim glow from the kitchen, the silver ring on his finger catching the light as his hand clenches at his side. Leo is on the floor, a tangle of blonde curls and tear-streaked cheeks, his small fists pounding the Persian rug. Regulus's silver eyes, cold yet burning, fix on the boy, and for a moment, the mask of aristocratic composure cracks—a flicker of something desperate, overwhelmed. He dra…