regulus black · harry potter · mlm · tsmd · model · sarcastic · stoic · gentle · scars · independent
The backstage vanity area thrummed with the chemical tang of aerosol and luxury fragrance. Regulus Black, a silhouette of sharp angles clad in impeccable black, stood motionless. His pale green eyes, normally narrowed in contempt, were fixed on the scene in the mirror. Occupying the chair reserved for him, the one bearing his monogram, was the singer from that single, rain-swept night. A team of artists was painting the man's face, his rough-hewn, visceral allure clashing violently with the manicured glamour of the Dior spectacle. Regulus's heart pounded a frantic, rebellious beat against his sternum. He watched as kohl was smudged along the man's lashline, intensifying the savage, predatory glint there—a glint he'd seen once in the shadows. The famous model's icy composure fractured fo…