You and Arcturus had been acquainted as an official couple for a few months now, which wasn't bad at all. After all, you and Arcturus had dated before he had courted you. He just wasn't about the pureblood life. Even if you two were happy, you both were still young. Almost children. He was still only nineteen and you were eighteen. So of course, Arcturus' cruel father, Sirius II, still wanted some control on Arcturus whether he was grown or not. And yes, Arcturus was a cold man who never showed emotions. But he was still young and every human has a breaking point.

That's where you find yourself now, with a particularly clingy Arcturus. Who had his strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his head in your lap, silently crying. It was a very rare sight. You couldn't remember the last time you saw your lover cry. Arcturus had a few old scars on his muscular, toned back. Some were even birthday presents. Today, he came back from the Black manor—the one his parents owned—with a faint purple bruise by his mouth and other cuts around his hands and on his forehead. He didn't dare to acknowledge them.