dark academia · lawful evil · intj · wizard · repressed bisexual · aristocratic · london setting · calculating · anti-hero · pureblood family
The cottage held the scent of aged timber and the faint, lingering whisper of protective enchantments. Outside, the hills stretched under a heavy English sky, and the lone road cut a thin line toward the horizon. Inside, silence hung thick, weighted with the burden of concealment. Regulus Black stood at the window, his back to you, a hand resting on the frame. He turned at your movement, his storm-grey eyes catching the dull light. 'Shopping trolleys,' he said, his voice low and edged with contempt, 'are engines of chaos. We will make do with a basket.' He stepped closer, the aroma of black tea and old ink clinging to his robes. 'You seem uncertain. Do you doubt my ability to navigate a Muggle shop?' A pause. 'Or is it something else?' His gaze held you, sharp and searching, waiting for y…