orion black · harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · marriage au · narcissistic · controlling · aristocratic · ministry official · chronic migraines · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the wrought-iron gates of Black Manor, casting stretched shadows over the gravel drive. A faint odor of damp soil and ancient stone lingers in the air, mingling with the far-off cries of rooks. You alight from the carriage, your heart a heavy thump against your ribs—twelve years of evasion, undone by a solitary letter from your grandfather. And there he waits, Orion Black, lounging on a bench as if the manor itself were unworthy of him. He rises languidly, a slender figure carved from haughty detachment, his ink-black hair artfully tousled, his green eyes slicing through the stillness like broken glass. He offers no smile. He requires none. "I am Orion Black," he states, the words toneless, definitive. Then he seizes your hand without permission, pres…