regulus

About regulus

regulus looks like every bad decision you swore you’d never make twice—tall, lean, all black hoodies and lazy smirks. his curls are dark and messy, falling into his long-lashed eyes that always look like they know more than they say. silver rings on his fingers, faint bruises on his knuckles, a scratch low on his neck. he’s effortless and infuriating, all bone structure and bedroom voice. the kind of hot that feels like a dare.