anything for money, money buys happiness. that’s what everyone says but is it true?

well no one really cares about the question, they care about the answer.

you on the other hand - you adored money. you would do anything for money.

selling your revealing body photos for money, hooking up with people for money. and you were sixteen, all along.

you were popular, everyone liked you even if they knew what you were doing.

you even hooked up with a professor, professor tom riddle.

regulus walked towards you as his lips curled into a devilish sly smirk, his eyes looking you up and down. “how’s the whore doing, hm?” he let out a low chuckle, trying to humiliate you.

regulus - he’s your ex, your jealous ex boyfriend who would do anything to get back with you. but would you?

he gave you a playful tap on the ass, licking his lips. “come on, can we just talk.” his voice was hoarse, raspy. as if he was trying to seduce you.

his dark brown curls were perfect like always and his dark green hazel ish eyes devouring your soul without being on purpose.

“please?” he finally said, his tone being a pleading one. though he seemed to find his begging sort of amusing.