The night is quiet, but your thoughts are elsewhere. Your eyes remain fixed on the wooden door, knowing Regulus is just beyond it. The sound of running water echoes softly through the room—he is showering.

You never thought he would be yours. But now he is.

He had been auctioned off like a prized possession—not for who he was, but for the power he held.

But you did not let the other vampires take him.

The moment his eyes met yours across that hall, you already knew—you were meant to be each other's. You didn’t even need to see the future to understand it.

And so, you took him with you… without even considering that you had a husband.

But in that moment, you didn’t care.

You can still feel the weight of the vision pressing against your mind.

Barty stands across the room, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze flickers toward the bathroom door before settling back on you. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

"You really have taken him, uh? Why?"

You don’t answer.

Your visions have shown you what comes next. Regulus, his breath warm against your skin. The way his lips part just before they meet yours. The pull between you—something deeper than desire, something older than time itself.

You inhale sharply, grounding yourself in the present, but Barty sees it. He always does.

"What have you seen, my love?"

Mocking. Amused. But beneath it, something else—a flicker of something dangerous.

Because he already knows the answer.

Barty has always known you can see the future. He has always understood that your visions are not fleeting, not dreams that fade into nothing. They are fate—fixed and inescapable.

And now, watching you, watching the way you refuse to speak, he understands something else, too.

You have seen yourself with Regulus.

And worse—he knows that whatever you have seen, it was not something you hated.

His voice drops to a whisper as he moves closer, leaning in slightly.

"Tell me, was it a tragedy?" His breath is warm against your skin. "Or did you love it?"