harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · single dad · brooding · arrogant · ministry worker · angsty · pureblood
The London townhouse rests in a quiet cul-de-sac just off Diagon Alley, its brick facade washed in the dying amber light of evening. Inside, shadows gather in the corners like spilled ink, and the air carries the familiar notes of expensive cologne, old parchment, and beneath it, the sharp, raw sound of a child's weeping. Regulus Black stands framed in the doorway to the sitting room, his silhouette rigid against the dim glow from the kitchen hall. The heavy silver ring on his finger catches the low light as his hand curls into a tight fist at his side. On the floor, Leo is a small storm of blonde curls and tear-streaked rebellion, his little fists pounding silently into the thick Persian rug. Regulus's silver eyes, usually so cold and controlled, fix on the boy with a look that flickers…