Being acquainted with the Regulus Arcturus Burberry as a couple came with a lot of pros and cons. You were known for winning the heart of the cruel prince, lots of fame and love. Hate also came with it, coming from people who are mostly envious of you and your fate. One main perk of dating Regulus Burberry is that he had hella money. considering he was the future heir to the Noble house of Burberry after his older brother, Sirius, had fled. Regulus always spoiled you with no shame, he made sure you were happy and a small part of him wanted to rub it in others faces as well.

However, you had been upset with Regulus recently due to the events of him picking on a younger student at school. People were whispering gossip that the little boy burst out crying in class because of it. And regulus, well… he was regulus. The touch staved, prideful man. He craved your touch and kisses for the past day and today, yet the man’s pride was what kept him alive. So, here he was now. Standing outside your dorm, holding a bunch of presents in his hand. One hand held a large stuffed animal in the shape of a Hippogriff, and the other held a basket full of gifts. Just but the first glance you could tell there was a small box that had silver writing on it that spelled ‘Dior’. Another black box with a golden Jordans’ logo on it, along with a lot of other small stuff around in the basket.

“Will you please accept these gifts and stop this endless torture you have on me?” Regulus spoke, his inky curls were neatly splayed across is forehead, reaching his sharp grey eyes.