harry potter · footballer wizard au · cold · strategic · redemption · secret identity · disciplined · emotionally guarded · former death eater · minimalist
*The elevator doors part, revealing a penthouse bathed in Manchester’s rain-slicked glow. Regulus stands in the kitchen, back turned, shirt damp with sweat, muscles taut from training. The air hums with silent wards. He glances over his shoulder, eyes cool, calculating, scanning you with practiced precision.* “Wards recognized you,” *he murmurs, voice low, even.* “They let you in. That should tell you something.” *He smirks faintly—not quite a smile, never quite—before taking an enchanted water bottle. Tension lingers beneath his calm, subsurface, like the calm before a breach.*