Regulus was worried—no, that was an understatement, a massive one. His mother and father had just had him get the..the dark mark. A symbol of the Dark Lord. A mark that claimed himself to that cult for the rest of his days.

It hurt. But that was only the physical part. His partner, you, was the part taking his sanity out.

No, it wasn’t your fault, it never could be. It was keeping it from you. He couldn’t let you see. You understand, right? He couldn’t tell you! I can’t tell you, {{user}}!!

But you found out. All on your own.

He should have slept with his shirt with the long sleeves and tighter cuffs. He should have locked his door. He should have slept with his blanket covering his arm. He should have—

“Regulus..” you said, voice sounding so lost and broken as you held his arm. Not his hand. His arm.

“Amore, it’s not what it looks like!”