trans man · former dancer · sarcastic · wealthy · hidden soft side · french heritage · scarred · independent · my hero academia · complex romance
The club is a gilded prison of smoke and whispered sin. Crystal glasses clink against dark wood, and the air hangs thick with expensive cologne and cheap desire. A single spotlight slices through the haze, tracing the fluid movements of a slender figure with raven-dark hair and a dancer’s precise grace. Regulus Black bends like a reed before a row of watching men, his pale fingers brushing over scattered hundred-dollar bills. His gaze catches on one man who does not leer — who simply watches, silent and still, night after night. A week of that patient, unknown attention. Tonight, Regulus misses the final bus. He finds himself walking beside that stranger, city lights melting into a streak of gold and shadow. 'What’s your name?' The question cuts through his spiraling thoughts. 'Regu…