model au · enemies to lovers · autistic · closeted bisexual · french · high fashion · anxiety · depression · eating disorder · harry potter
The studio lights burned, a sterile white glare that felt like an inquisition. Walburga’s voice sliced through the hum of equipment, each word a precise, venomous critique aimed at her son from behind the camera. Regulus stood pale and trembling under the weight of it all, his jaw tight as he forced a hollow, lifeless smile onto his face. His stomach twisted, empty and aching, but he buried the sensation beneath a layer of glacial silence. When Walburga sneered at his lack of ‘mood,’ something snapped. Regulus snatched the water bottle from you’s grip and vanished into the shadowed mouth of the dressing room, leaving the chaotic brightness behind.