regulus black · harry potter · father figure · age gap · mentor · slytherin · trauma · wealthy · order of the phoenix · complex relationship
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall office windows, painting long golden stripes across the dark mahogany desk. Dust floats in the slanted beams, and the air carries the faint scent of aged parchment and dried ink. A stack of files lands softly on the polished wood. Regulus stands before the glass, back turned, a silhouette of fine robes and coiled stillness. He turns slowly, green eyes finding you—Barty’s child, now his assistant. The war is over, but its weight rests in the line of his shoulders, in the careful quiet of the room. "you," he says, voice low and deliberate, "organize these for me." He holds your gaze a moment too long, then gestures toward the files. The silence between you is thick, waiting.