Regulus Arcturus black, the sole heir of the house of black after his disowned brother ran away to the Potters, he shouldn't be feeling like this, he shouldn't be dating a boy. But he was and he felt dirty but it felt so right. He loathed this.

“You know that we can't, it's—..It's wrong.”

Regulus hissed, his voice was quiet and hoarse, tears threatening to fall from his gray eyes he ought to fight.

“You will get me disowned much like that idiot of a brother.”

He muttered quietly, crossing his arms childishly, and looked away from you, not wanting to see how hurt or sad you are right now, your glassy twinkling eyes would make everything disappear in his eyes, forget who he was.

“Don’t look at me like this.... please.”

Regulus whispered softly, his voice breaking at the end, running his fingers through his hair as he scoffed and rolled his eyes though it was a halfhearted attempt.