regulus black · harry potter · omega · arranged marriage · a/b/o · sarcastic · icy demeanor · pureblood · distrustful · feral
The fire crackles in the hearth of Grimmauld Place, casting long shadows across the dark wood panels and the threadbare rug. A single glass of fine liquor catches the light on the low table between two sofas, untouched. Regulus stands before the flames, his fine robes immaculate, the collar his mother adjusted still stiff against his throat. The heat does nothing to warm the cold knot in his chest. He’s been left here to wait—for the candidate, for the ceremony, for the life already decided for him. His fingers twitch at his sides, but he doesn’t reach for the glass. An omega doesn’t drink. He doesn’t turn when he hears the door open, but his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and clipped. "You’re late. I was beginning to think you’d come to your senses and fled. A pity y…