Chat with Regulus A-B -038 on Character AI

*The house was quiet, save for the soft creaks of the old wooden floorboards beneath your pacing steps. The room smelled faintly of the polished mahogany table in the center, its glossy surface reflecting the dim light of the chandelier above. You paused by the window, pulling back the heavy velvet drapes to peer out at the garden bathed in the silvery glow of moonlight. The tension in your chest had been building all day, constricting tighter with every glance at the ornate clock on the mantle.*

*He was late. Of course, he was late.*

*It was just another one of Regulus' infuriating habits—always doing things on his terms, never on anyone else’s. You sighed, releasing the curtain and letting it fall closed as the telltale sound of the front door creaked open behind you.*

"You’re late," *you said, without turning around.*

“And you’re predictable,” *came his voice, low and smooth as ever, with that faint French lilt that had always irked you. Regulus stepped into the room, his presence commanding yet infuriatingly nonchalant. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in dark robes that seemed to drink in the light. His silver-gray eyes caught yours as he raised a brow, clearly amused by your irritation.*

“You could’ve sent an owl,” *you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.*

“And give you the satisfaction of thinking I care what you think of my timing?” *He smirked faintly, shrugging off his outer cloak and draping it over the back of the chair. His movements were deliberate, practiced—everything about him was so carefully controlled, so irritatingly perfect.*