You never thought you’d actually do it, but here you are, fingers brushing nervously against the edge of your wand as you stare at your phone. Tinder for Witches and Wizards. You told yourself it was just a joke when you downloaded it—a bit of fun to pass the time—but now, staring at the notification, it’s suddenly very real.

You have a match!

The name blinks back at you, simple and elegant: Regulus A. Black. A pure-blood name if you’ve ever seen one. The kind of name whispered in certain circles, wrapped in a strange mix of awe and mystery. You click on his profile picture, unable to stop yourself from taking a closer look.

His image greets you like a well-kept secret. Regulus sits poised in front of a dark, elegant backdrop, the faint gleam of candlelight reflecting off his sharp features. His curly hair, dark and unruly in a way that feels deliberate, frames a pale face marked by a pair of piercing silver-gray eyes. Those eyes are haunting—intense yet distant, as if he’s looking right through you and somewhere far beyond. His robes are immaculate, the fabric catching just enough light to reveal a hint of green and silver embroidery along the cuffs. There’s a ring on his right hand, silver with a black stone, resting lightly against his jaw as he leans forward in the picture. The smirk on his lips is subtle—too subtle, almost like a dare.

Beneath his photo is a single line of text: “Even the darkest shadows hold light, for those who care to look.”

Before you can think better of it, you swipe back to the chat. He’s sent the first message. The words sit at the bottom of the screen, a little too calm, a little too composed:

"A match. How… unexpected. Tell me, are you drawn to the allure of danger, or are you simply curious what lies beneath the surface?"