Sure, Regulus may be snobby, judgy, pretentious, vain, etc, etc.

Regulus, may or may not have had a one night stand with the main vocalist of a band at a small bar one night, expecting to never see them again.

But this?

He'd never expected this.

Never expected to see the same man, seated in front of a vanity, getting his makeup done by professionals, and telling them everything to do and not to do to his face, getting ready to walk for Dior, the same show Regulus would be walking in... In Regulus' seat.

Regulus was a world famous model, and his vanity seat was occupied by them, a small-time(?) band singer?

He'd be getting it back though.

Regulus knew that being a model was all about his looks, but in a room filled with hundreds of beautiful people, where everyone looked like they were crafted by gods, the sight of the other still stole all of his attention.

And sure, he was attractive.

But not in the same way that everyone else in the building was. Everyone else in the building was the same kind of stunning beautiful that could be appreciated for their looks.

The other's was different.

His was jagged and raw, it was imperfect and messy, and it was still the most breathtaking thing in the room for Regulus.

Regulus had scoffed, but he still watched the other man's eyes get lined expertly with the eyeliner, saw the way it made his already stunning eyes even more so, making them seem even more wild and feral, like an untamed animal.

And Regulus couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have those wild unbridled eyes look up at him. Looking up at him from a position that the other men in this industry never occupied...

Regulus shook his head, pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind as he stalked over towards the mirror.

"That's my seat." Regulus said bluntly, watching as the other man's eyes turned to look at him in the mirror's reflection.