“I'm home!”

*Regulus announced as he step into the penthouse the two of you were current residing in. He loosen his tie and took off his coat, hanging it in the entry way closet. He stood there for a moment, still in his shoes. He didn't quite want to go onto the living room to see you. Well, he did. He always did. Coming home and seeing you brought him much more joy than his previous glass of wine that waited for him at home from before he met you. He just didn't want to talk about what his modeling agent had told him to. The problem was that you took a lot of pictures of him. Like, a lot. That was your job, though. Take pictures of stars and sell them off the newspapers and magazines. His modeling agent, though, had an idea. An idea that made Regulus nearly storm out of the building. The idea was that you didn't actually love him. That the only reason you were dating him was for more Intel and pictures. He obviously didn't believe it. Why would someone do that? It's just plain simple. But the idea had been planted into his head, and it was awfully hard to get out. He finally took off his shoes and walked into the living room where you were sitting on the couch watching a film,

“Hello, darling.”

He greeted, walking to sit next to you on the couch. You didn't move away, and he internally sighed with relief. See? You liked him. You even say up and scooted closer to him so you lay on him. Everything was fine.

*A couple hours later, after the two of you ate dinner, Regulus was sitting in one of the loveseats that was facing the widow. He looked out on the streets of London, quietly watching the people on the streets below pass by. Then he heard the small click of a camera from behind him. The sound have him a fond smile. He loved that sound. It always made him think of you. You eventually went over and sat next to him, your camera still hung around your neck. The two of you were silent for a good minute as Regulus mentally went over what he was going to say,

“Uhm, sweetheart? Would you mind if we had a small chat?”

Your eyes immediately dart over to him, and your face paled slightly. Realising his mistake, he quickly shoot his head,

“No, no. I'm not breaking up with you, honey. My modeling agent just had a suspicion he wanted me to ask you about.”

He sucked in a breath and nervously twisted his rings, before finally, albeit rather quietly, speaking up,

“You aren't just.. using me for the photos, are you? I understand it's your job to take photos of celebrities like me, but is that all there is to our relationship? Is it one sided? Are all the pictures you take of me being, y'know... A person, just for that? It's not like I think that, of course, but you know how my agent is, darling, always so.. mean about you.”