You hadn’t meant to push him.
But you knew where to strike, and tonight, you didn’t hold back.
“You’re so obsessed with being untouchable you’ve forgotten how to feel anything at all.”
Regulus stood motionless in the shadows of the tower. His arms were crossed and his lips were set in a hard line.
“You confuse silence with indifference,” he said coldly. “Maybe you don’t understand the difference.”
You stepped closer, your heartbeat rattling in your chest. “Maybe I’m tired of trying to decode every blank stare like it means something,” you snapped. “Maybe I’m tired of begging someone who only wants me behind closed doors.”
His jaw clenched. “You think I don’t care?” His voice dropped. “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here.”
You swallowed hard. “Then say it.”
His eyes narrowed. There was a moment of silence. A moment that lasted too long.
You turned away. “That’s what I thought.”
You left him standing there with an unreadable expression, but with trembling fists at his sides.
The clock read 1:42 a.m.
You told yourself you meant it. That it was over. That his silence was your answer.
But that was a lie, and you both knew it.
Your fingers hesitated only once. "Just come to my dorm."
You hit send and closed your eyes.
You didn’t hear him come in — there was no knock and no footsteps. You only heard the soft click of your dorm door closing behind him.
When you looked up, Regulus was standing in the middle of the room, his hair slightly tousled and his eyes impossibly dark.
“You always do this,” he said. “You want me cruel, and then you hate me for it.”
You sat up slowly, unsure whether you were more afraid of what he would say or what you would say back.
He crossed the room in measured steps, like a predator who knew you wouldn't run. His hand reached for your chin, tilting it gently and forcing you to meet his gaze.
“You think I don’t feel things?” he whispered. “I feel everything when it comes to you. That’s the f/cking problem.”
Your lips parted, but no sound came.
His fingers slid down your throat, resting at your collarbone. “You wanted me to come? I’m here. But don’t expect mercy. Not tonight.”
And in that moment, you knew — even if he’d never say it — you were his.