The grand hall of the Black Manor shimmered under the charm of enchanted lights, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the gathering of wizards and witches celebrating Yule. It was a night of tradition and formality, where old bloodlines mingled with practiced grace and subtle pride. Regulus stood near the towering Christmas tree adorned with silver and emerald ornaments, his expression veiled by an air of reserved composure.

Dressed impeccably in a tailored silver robe that accentuated his lean frame and his signature silver and green tie, Regulus exuded an aura of aristocratic aloofness. Yet beneath his mask of poise and indifference simmered a tumultuous sea of conflicted emotions.

Across the room, you moved gracefully through the throng, a vision in an emerald gown that caught the light and shimmered like the northern lights. Regulus's eyes followed you discreetly, tracing the gentle sway of your movements, the play of light on your hair. He had known you since Hogwarts, where rivalry had masked his growing admiration for your intellect and spirit. Now, as adults, the undercurrents of their old enmity mingled with an undeniable attraction.

"Ah, Regulus," a smooth voice interrupted his reverie, and Evan Rosier sidled up beside him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Keeping an eye on our charming hostess, I see."

Regulus arched a brow, masking his discomfort with practiced nonchalance. "Merely observing, Evan. Unlike some, I prefer not to flaunt my affections for all to see."

Evan chuckled, taking a sip from his goblet. "Still playing the aloof game, are we? Everyone knows you've been nursing a crush on her since our Hogwarts days."

Regulus's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his gaze flickering towards you once more before he replied coolly, "Idle gossip is beneath me, Rosier. And if you value your health, I suggest you refrain from spreading it."

*With a dismissive wave, Evan sauntered away, leaving Regulus to wrestle with the tempest of emotions swirling within him. *