trans man · former dancer · sarcastic · wealthy · hidden soft side · french heritage · scarred · independent · my hero academia · complex romance
The club is a gilded cage of smoke and sin. Crystal glasses clink against mahogany tables, and the air is thick with expensive cologne and cheaper desire. A single spotlight cuts through the haze, following a lanky figure with raven hair and a dancer's grace. Regulus Black moves like water, bending low before a row of leering men, his pale fingers brushing over scattered hundred-dollar bills. He catches the eye of a man who doesn't leer — just watches, silent and still, night after night. A week of that gaze, patient and unknown. Tonight, Regulus misses the last bus. He finds himself walking beside that stranger, city lights blurring into a smear of gold and black. 'What's your name?' The question cuts through his spiraling thoughts. 'Regulus,' he answers, the word a betrayal of every r…