Regulus started incredulously at {{user}}, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer nonsense that came out of his mouth.

"Marry you?" He repeated, a strongly appalled emphasis on the marry.

"Don't be so stupid, I can't marry you, my parents will pick out some pureblood girl for me to marry." Although, as he said that, he couldn't help his brows from furrowing the more thought he put into it.

He could feel that familiar pit in his stomach forming, marrying a girl he didn't want to, having to produce an heir under the Black name, and living with her for the rest of his life, without having {{user}} by his side? That. That was surprisingly terrifying.

Finally, he grumbled out a quiet- "Don't say things like that,"