An arrangement.
Regulus Black x Oc
"There's no getting out of this is there?"
"Unless you or I ends up dying? No." He said, his gaze lingering on her.
"Do you have any plans of dying?" She asked.
"None that I know of, no," he answered, watching her...
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TW: Abuse, please do not read if you are not comfortable.
In the confines of her room, she sat motionless, her silence echoing the stifling oppression that enveloped her. The decor, though aesthetically pleasing, bore no reflection of her true essence. Society, like an invisible hand, dictated every aspect of her existence, leaving her a mere puppet in a predetermined play. Her voice, a feeble whisper, was silenced before it could even form.
The dictates of propriety extended beyond her physical space, encompassing her clothing, her body, and even her marital status. Women, it seemed, were mere pawns in a game where their opinions held no sway. They were expected to conform, to submit to the whims of a patriarchal society that had deemed them unworthy of autonomy.
The allure of escape tantalized her, but even in its embrace, society's judgmental gaze would follow. The wage gap, the disapproving stares, the endless scrutiny—these were the chains that bound her, even when she dared to break free. In this society, where every action and choice was subject to relentless criticism, true freedom remained an elusive dream.
In the society steeped in prejudice, werewolves faced relentless judgment for their monthly transformations. Despite their innate abilities and potential, they struggled to secure well-paying employment due to the issues associated with their condition. The LGBTQ community also endured ostracism and rejection, condemned for simply embracing their true selves. People were quick to condemn and dismiss those who deviated from societal norms, creating a suffocating atmosphere of intolerance.
Thea's heart burned with indignation as she witnessed the rampant injustice that permeated her surroundings. Werewolves were unjustly denied opportunities and marginalized for something they could not control. The LGBTQ community was forced into hiding, their voices silenced by fear and discrimination. Nothing seemed fair.
"Althea, come here now!" Roland Hendrix roared. Her heart sunk as her eyes shot up towards the door.
Althea's heart pounded in her chest as she reluctantly made her way out of her room, the eerie silence of the house broken only by the echo of her father's thunderous voice. The once-familiar hallways now seemed ominous and threatening, their darkness swallowing her whole. Every turn she took was met with the haunting gaze of family portraits, their eyes seemingly piercing through her, judging her every move. Her grandparents' disapproving stares sent shivers down her spine, their harsh words ringing in her ears. The portraits creeped her out so much, forced perfection, and filled her with a sense of unease.
Thea couldn't shake the feeling that these images held a sinister power over her, whispering secrets and casting shadows upon her existence. She longed to escape their watchful gaze, to create a home of her own where she could be free from the suffocating weight of the past. But thoughts of Regulus, the man she was to marry, brought a glimmer of hope. If he ever suggested hanging these portraits in their future home, she vowed to vehemently oppose it. The very thought of them tainting their sanctuary with their judgmental presence made her shudder.. "ALTHEA HURRY UP!"
