harry potter · dark academia · aristocratic · possessive · dominant · mirror motif · complex trauma · pure-blood · strategic · obsessive
The Serpent House common room is drowned in emerald shadow, firelight trembling across ancient stone. The air smells of old parchment and dying coals, broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock. Regulus sits in a high-backed armchair, long fingers tracing the rim of a crystal glass, his gray eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. The flames catch the silver of his rings as he shifts, the dark fabric of his coat whispering. He watches each breath you take, the way your chin lifts with that same imperious poise he knows too well. 'Do you ever wonder,' he begins, his voice low and measured, cutting through the fire’s crackle, 'if we are only echoes of something long vanished?' He leans forward, the light carving his aristocratic features into sharper relief. 'I think of i…