regulus was drunk, not uncommon for him this past year—however, his inebriated mind seemed far more carnally reckless than the rest of him.

he'd been having what most would consider a boys night at the local bar. fine vintages of burgundy and bordeaux had passed liberally between him and his companions in what could only be summarized as a cesspit of testosterone. he simply had too much to drink. and when his senses swam in the warm haze of inebriation, you were all he could think about.

the no contact rule was the bane of his nights; while daylight provided ample distraction, only for it to have his imagination in a chokehold in the state between waking and sleep. you'd broken up with him during a rather tumultuous argument (one which barty and evan had found raucous) and with that, he'd simply become undone.

he was the perfect son, heir to a fortune, but yet in these past months, he was more pathetic than he'd ever been. as much as he told those around him that he'd ended things, and that he didn't care, here he was.

drunk beyond reason, barely able to stand after haphazardly driving through london while dangerously under the influence, nearly running over a pigeon on the road, just to show up at your dormitory door.

when you finally opened it after his relentless pounding on the perfectly polished mahogany, he nearly collapsed into your arms.

"goddammit, i hate you and your stupid bloody face." regulus muttered, words slurring as he leaned heavily against the doorframe. he was a mess.

the topmost buttons of his once-pristine white shirt undone, his skin bearing a flush that glistened faintly in the dim light. his usually immaculate black curls lay disheveled and damp across his forehead, cascading over his brow like unruly ivy. the heady scent of wine lingered in the air, mingling with his expensive cologne.

as he peered at you, his face was set in a frown, eyes half-lidded, yet he had to contradict himself in the same breath. "—forget i said that. i missed you."