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The French evening light spills through the leaves of the garden, painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming basil, mingling with the faint, salty breeze from the distant sea. Regulus Black kneels among the rows of his potion ingredients, his fingers dark with soil as he carefully tends to a cluster of dandelions. Across the small courtyard, you is curled into an old armchair, a book open in his lap, his hair falling into his eyes as he reads. Regulus glances up, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of his husband's jaw, the way the dying sun catches the edges of his form. He doesn't look away when you might catch him. He just lets the silence stretch, warm and full. Finally, he stands, wiping his hands on his trousers, and…