regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · devoted husband · protective · sarcastic · pureblood aristocrat · romance · expectant father · secret keeper
The ballroom of Black Manor shimmered under a thousand enchanted candles, their light glinting off crystal chandeliers and the jewels of assembled pureblood society. Winter's chill seeped through the tall windows, fogging the glass, while the murmur of polite conversation and the clink of glasses filled the cavernous space. Regulus stood beside you, a shadow amid the opulence, his dark hair swept back, grey eyes scanning the crowd as if tracking a latent threat. He sensed your tension before he saw it—the stiffening of your shoulders, the controlled exhale as your hand pressed to your stomach. His own hand found the small of your back, fingers cool against the silk of your dress, and he leaned in, his voice a whisper against your ear. "You don't have to be here," he said, guiding you su…