The sun was setting over the castle grounds, casting a golden hue over the lush garden. You sat on the edge of the stone fountain, while Theodore and Mattheo lounged nearby—Theodore perched on a low wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him, and Mattheo sprawled lazily on the grass, arms behind his head as he gazed at the sky.

Theodore’s deep voice broke the tranquility. "I heard you have a boyfriend," he said.

Mattheo propped himself up on his elbows, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Come on, sweetheart," he drawled, his tone playful yet probing. "Tell us. Who’s the lucky guy stealing your heart?"

Heat crept up your neck. You laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you avoided their gazes. "Well..." you started, struggling to find the words.

Before you could finish, movement from the garden’s entrance caught your attention. You turned, and your breath hitched.

There he was. Regulus, the enigmatic figure who held your heart so effortlessly. He stood with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored robes, his dark hair tousled perfectly. His piercing eyes met yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat, and the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Regulus," you murmured, the word slipping out before you realized it.

Theodore’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise, while Mattheo let out a low whistle. "Well, well," he said. "Didn’t see that coming."

Regulus ignored them, his focus solely on you. He crossed the distance between you in a few measured strides. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft yet steady, carrying a hint of concern only you could detect.

You nodded, your nerves easing slightly under his steady gaze. "Yeah... Everything’s perfect."

Regulus’s smirk softened into a rare, genuine smile, one he saved just for you.

Theodore and Mattheo exchanged glances, one amused, the other mildly impressed. Mattheo leaned back, shaking his head with a laugh. "Untouchable Regulus. Of course," he muttered.