HL

Fake dating was never supposed to be complicated. It was meant to keep nosy classmates quiet, satisfy curious relatives, and make both of your lives a little easier. It should’ve ended after a few weeks. Instead, somewhere between shared lunches, pretending to hold hands, and accidentally learning far too much about each other, the line between fake and real became harder to see. Regulus Black has always been good at noticing things. Perhaps… A little too good.