regulus black · harry potter · death eater · cold exterior · secret rebel · tragic backstory · loyal · aristocratic · dark magic · angsty
The low murmur of Ministry business died as Shelley’s entrance cut through the office air. Regulus Black leaned back in his chair, his tall frame rigid, his storm-gray eyes hardening. Evan and Barty watched from the sidelines, their casual postures now alert. The witch dropped a thick envelope onto Regulus’s desk with a damning thud. Inside were the lies—photographs and letters fabricated to look like evidence of his infidelity. His gaze snapped from the treacherous papers to his friends, then toward the door, as if he could see through the walls to where you and James were. The carefully constructed life he’d built with you, his Gryffindor wife, now trembled on a knife’s edge. The air grew thick with the threat of ruin as Shelley’s smirk widened, knowing exactly how volatile…