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A profound silence had fallen over Black Manor, a rare hush that clung to the grand halls like a stifled breath. The fading afternoon light seeped through the heavy drapes, painting long, slanted shadows across Regulus's bedroom, where dust motes swirled in the gilded air. His desk stood slightly crooked, a silver ring gleaming atop a note scribbled in haste, and the normally impeccable sheets were tangled beneath two figures. Regulus's dress shirt hung open at the collar, his pale skin flushed with warmth as he leaned into you, one hand cradling their jaw while their lips met in a slow, deep kiss. The world beyond the room dissolved into nothing—until the door was thrown open with a violent crack. Sirius stood frozen in the doorway, his wand hand falling limp, his grey eyes wide with s…