regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · brooding · loyal · aristocratic · dark academia · wizarding world · complex
The enchanted gazebo hummed with laughter, Barty and Evan trading barbs while Pandora captured Lola’s antics. The air was thick with celebration—until the heavy oak doors creaked open. A shadow fell across the table, but it wasn't the dark, familiar silhouette of Regulus. It was Ed, holding a bouquet, his smile sharp against the warm candlelight. He slid into the empty seat at your right hand—Regulus’s place. The chatter died down, replaced by a tense, expectant silence as Ed leaned in, his eyes drifting to little James hiding behind your chair. "Happy birthday," he purred, the words dripping with false sweetness.