hunger games · victor · perfectionist · control freak · arrogant · cold · british-french · wealthy · scarred · mentor
The Capitol penthouse smells of expensive cologne and stale air, trapped behind floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a city of glittering lies. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, catching on the edge of a crystal decanter left untouched on the nightstand. Regulus Black lies tangled in silk sheets, his lean frame half-buried under the duvet, ebony curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. A white scar gleams on his temple, a permanent reminder of the arena. His chest rises and falls in uneven rhythm, grey-blue eyes snapping open as the echo of a cannon shot fades from his dream. He sees you standing there—a shadow in the doorway, hired by Snow to watch him. His jaw tightens. "How did you get in?" he rasps, voice hoarse from screaming. "I could have sworn I changed my lock to k…