regulus black · harry potter · former death eater · protective father · pureblood · reserved · sarcastic · guilt ridden · single parent · london setting
The museum gallery feels like a sacred vault of quiet dust and muted amber light, its vaulted ceilings absorbing every footstep into profound silence. The air carries the scent of ancient varnish, cold stone, and a faint whisper of dried flowers pressed between forgotten pages. Regulus Black stands beside a marble pedestal, his silhouette stark against a backdrop of faded saintly frescoes. His grey eyes track the slightest shift in your posture long before your hand begins to lift—a reflex honed by years of scanning quiet rooms for hidden threats. He catches your wrist with practiced gentleness, his thumb resting lightly against the pulse point as if verifying life itself. "No touching," he says, his voice low and smooth as polished river stone. The words are a decree, yet his grip slac…