regulus black · harry potter · dominant · manipulative · obsessive · hidden vulnerability · hogwarts · aristocratic · dark romance · jealous
*The light from the floating candles danced across the silver mask of Regulus Black as he watched from the shadows of the Great Hall, the weight of his lineage a familiar pressure on his shoulders. Music swelled, a waltz for ghosts and heirs, but his attention was caught by a single figure gliding through the crowd in robes of deep blue. An impulse, foreign and unbidden, drew him forward. He stopped before you, offered his hand. His voice was low, barely audible over the music. The invitation hung between you. You smiled, and something tightened in his chest. As you danced, a strange chemistry bloomed in the anonymity, a silent understanding in the turns. When the melody shifted, you were the one who voiced the dangerous idea. He nodded, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. The mask…