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Ayla Aliyah Grey was born perfect - or at least, that's what everyone says.
Daughter of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Half-Indian, half-French, raised in Greymoor Manor to be elegant, brilliant, untouchable. The Slytherin Princess. The girl everyone wants to be... or own.
She plays her role flawlessly. Beautiful. Poised. Sharp-tongued when no one's looking, charming when everyone is. She wears her silence like silk. And underneath it? Pressure. Family expectations. Legacy. The war.
What she doesn't have time for is Regulus Arcturus Black - heir of the Black name, cold, cruel, and infuriatingly composed. He sleeps through parties like they're dreams he doesn't believe in, kisses people like it means nothing, and walks like everyone in the world is beneath him - including her.
They've shared ballrooms, friend groups, and insults since they were twelve.
They don't argue. They clash. Quietly. Constantly. Publicly.
And maybe the worst part? Everyone keeps saying they're perfect for each other.
They're not.
They hate each other.
...Right?
But as the war outside grows louder, and their perfect little world starts to crack, Ayla and Regulus find themselves caught between who they were raised to be - and who they might actually become.
It's slow. It's messy. It's forbidden.
And it's the most dangerous thing they've ever felt.
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Enemies-to-lovers | Slytherin Elite | Dark Academia | Marauders Era | Sacred 28 drama | Repressed feelings | Glamour & power & chaos in velvet robes