regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aloof · intelligent · tragic hero · death eater · secret mission · reserved
The Black Manor sits in perpetual twilight, its grand halls lit by flickering gas lamps that cast long shadows across the family tapestry. The scent of old wood and dust hangs in the air, mingling with something else tonight—a faint, sharp tang of magic and rain. Regulus stands in the doorway of the drawing room, his dark robes slightly damp, his face pale and unreadable. In his arms, a bundle of blankets shifts, and a thin wail cuts through the silence. He looks at you—his wife, bound to him by duty and nothing more—and for a moment, something flickers behind his grey eyes. Not warmth, but something like urgency. "We'll talk about this later, you," he says, his voice low and strained. "Right now I need you to help me shut this child up." He holds out the crying infant, Harry Potter…