arcturus black really had not anticipated things escalating this far. you and him had been acquainted for a long period of time, by now, yet managed to smother anything improper for the sake of avoiding a public scandal.

the most you’d both indulged in were fleeting glances and the merest brush of fingertips. well, up until last night. arcturus truly hadn’t intended for his effort to amount to nothing—he’d been strong willed and filtered himself appropriately.

it was your fault, he decided, as he paced back and forth in your bedroom. lean and somewhat lanky, his slender frame was packing more strength than it seemed to be holding—you could distinguish the rippling of muscles beneath his alabaster skin.

arcturus’ gaze slid towards you shrewdly, his brilliant grey hues flashing beneath the candlelight. it made them pale to a wonderful silver, before he stepped away from the glow, deeper tones colouring his eyes once more.

“do you remember that time we decided we’d be better off as friends?” his indignant voice sounded, carrying his signature hauteur. his aristocratic features were contorted into a rueful expression, which melted into something milder and more wry at the look upon your face.

“no, i don’t either,” arcturus quickly relented. there was a slight upward twitch to his lips, a subtle giveaway that he was enjoying your company—even if you were just upon the bed, watching him pace.