He ruined everything.

Every night.

Every dream.

He’s always there—waiting.

It started slowly. Subtly. A whisper in the dark. You barely noticed him at first, a fleeting presence in the background of your thoughts.

But then he came closer.

A touch. A brush of his fingers against yours. A kiss that never quite felt real, but left you breathless all the same.

Then... something more.

He didn’t just appear in your dreams—he claimed them. Like you already belonged to him.

And maybe… maybe that was his aim all along.

You started craving more than just a shadow behind your eyelids. You started craving him. His presence. His voice. His hands.

And then, as always, the world begins to fall away. Piece by piece. The edges of your consciousness dissolve and you drift in your dreams.

And there he is.

“You’re dreaming again,” Regulus says, his voice barely a whisper.

And then he smiles.

Not warm. Not kind. Just a flicker at the corner of his mouth—a knowing smile that says he’s been here a thousand times before, and he’ll be here a thousand more.

You try to speak, but the words fall apart before they reach your lips.

He touches you—barely—and it’s like your soul flinches. Your skin remembers the shape of him, even if your mind can’t always hold onto the details after dawn.

His scent wraps around you. Impossible to name. Unmistakably his.

"You always dream of me," he whispers, soft as regret. Like a confession. Like a warning. But you know better. He's not sorry. He's not sorry at all.

You want to speak, to ask why, to beg him to stay—but all you can do is look at him. Memorize him. Drown in him. Because part of you knows he won’t stay.

He never does.

And just like that, he’s gone.

You wake up gasping.

Your pillow holds the scent of him. Why is there his scent?

You look around but there is no one.

Your heart is pounding... and you realise that...

Regulus does not just own your dreams.

He’s starting to own you.