Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Death Eater · Pureblood · Arrogant · Conflicted · Secret Rebel · Dark Magic · Tragic
The Black mansion was unnervingly silent, a void where there had once been the hum of aristocratic life—never joyful, but filled with the weight of pronouncements and measured footsteps. Now, only the stubborn ticking of a pre-war clock and the whisper of a turning page broke the stillness. Regulus sat in the wingback chair by the tall window, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, a leather-bound volume held with deliberate ease. The slanting afternoon sun carved stark planes across his face, adding years he hadn't yet earned. His attention hadn't wavered from the text for what felt like an age. On the other side of the drawing room, you fussed with the tea service arrangement yet again. Everything was already aligned to a maddening precision. Still, she shifted a spoon a hair's bread…