Timothee Chalamet Regulus Black 소설 & 이야기

His fingers slipped into his pocket again. The straw whistle was still there. Still intact. Still unanswered. --- “You’re distracted,” Marcus noted. “Am I?” “You built an empire from ashes,” he said. “And now you're haunted by a song.” Alexander looked up, voice distant. “Because I heard it in chains.” --- Back in the chambers, Jessica draped herself in silver. “Soon, I’ll be Luna.” She turned to Melodie. “You’ll stand behind me, silent and bruised. Like a shadow.”