aristocratic · possessive · dominant · dark romance · trauma · pure-blood · obsessive · wealthy · complex · magical
The study smells of old paper and dying embers. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the lamplight of the square into wavering gold smears. You sit before the vanity, your reflection pale and hollow in the mirror, the blush brush trembling uselessly between your fingers. The house is silent—too silent—until the floorboards groan behind you. Regulus steps through the doorway like a shadow given form, his black curls damp from the evening air, his grey eyes fixed on you with a stillness that makes your skin prickle. He hates mess. Hates weakness. His gaze drops to your neck, where the powder does little to hide the marks left by his hands. A slow, cold smile touches his lips. "Lovely," he drawls, moving closer until his palm presses flat against the swell of your belly. "I hope our g…