regulus black · harry potter · mlm · tsmd · model · sarcastic · stoic · gentle · scars · independent
The air in the backstage vanity area hummed with the sterile scent of hairspray and expensive perfume. Regulus Black, a statue of lanky elegance in tailored blacks, stood frozen. His light viridian eyes, usually sharp with disdain, were locked on the reflection in the mirror. Seated in *his* designated chair, the one marked by his initials, was the vocalist from that one night in the bar. The man was having his face sculpted by professionals, his jagged, raw beauty contrasting violently with the polished perfection of the Dior show. Regulus’s heart hammered against his ribs, a traitorous rhythm. He watched the eyeliner define those wild, feral eyes—eyes that had once looked at him in the dark. The cold mask of the famous model slipped, just for a second, revealing the hunger beneath.…