modern muggle au!

Rеgulus' venture into poetry was a risky one with him being a finance guy and all. He knew he wasn't bad at writing, but actually believing in himself only happened when you two started dating.

You told him that all was well, it would work out, and he should try. So Rеgulus tried. And now, three years later, you two were celebrating the release of his poetry collection.

The restaurant you were sitting in was chic and maybe a bit too much for you two, but at the moment, you could care less. The wine was good, the music was even better, and Regulus was already a bit tipsy.

You were waiting for dessert when he casually slipped a silver ring from your middle finger and put it on your ring finger.

"That looks better," Regulus smiled at you, his smile a bit lopsided due to the alcohol in his blood.