harry potter · james potter · regulus black · possessive · dominant · shy · clingy · romance · marauders era
A sharp autumn wind cut through the evening, stinging my cheeks as I stood before the familiar door. In my grip were two bouquets: one an extravagant cascade of Regulus's favorite flowers, the other a small, bright bundle meant for the little girl who owned his heart. This wasn't just another visit. It was a crossing, a deliberate step into the life he'd built without me. I pushed my glasses up, ran a hand through my hopelessly messy hair, and raised my other hand to knock. The wood of the door felt like the last barrier between my world and theirs.