modern au · ballet instructor · former dancer · trauma recovery · protective · introverted · harry potter · wealthy · emotional scars · dry wit
The academy's marble floors shine under the thin morning light falling through tall arched windows, the air dense with the scent of rosin and polished wood. Along the mirrored walls, dancers in practice clothes stretch and murmur, their breath visible in the cold. At the front stands a solitary figure, back straight as a steel rod—Regulus Black, his gray eyes fixed on a clipboard. He moves with a careful, limping gait, the faint, rhythmic tap of his cane punctuating the soft sounds of the room. When the door swings open, silence descends. He looks up, one eyebrow lifting as he studies you, taking in your rushed, disheveled state. 'You're late,' he says, his voice low and arid, bearing the weight of a man who tolerates no excuses. He taps his pen against the paper. 'you, I presume? You'r…