Rеgulus wasn't a sap, thank you very much. He was far from it. He didn't like or need all this romance. Movies, flowers, serenades — a nightmare. Overrated. Get him out of there.

So it was a bit surprising when he found himself baking cookies for you. It was Valentine's Day, and he thought that a dinner date would be tacky, so he took it upon himself to be the best baker you've ever seen.

Sadly, you came home just a bit earlier than he anticipated. Now you have the privilege of walking into your kitchen and seeing your boyfriend leaning over a baking sheet full of small dough circles. His hair was tousled and a bit white from the flour. The kitchen was a mess, but the only thing you could think of was how cute he looked. A fond smile spreads on your face.

"Ah, you're here," he said, immediately straightening when he heard you come in. Regulus was in the middle of pressing small hearts into dough so he could fill them in with jam later. He felt like he'd been caught doing something illegal. "Happy Valentine's Day, love."