𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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The voice startled her and Regan turned behind, only to be greeted by the one and only, him. Sirius's smirk was evident on his face, and his blue eyes were shining like ice in the sunlight.

"Did you find them as beautiful as I did?"

"No," Regan snapped, throwing the rose away.

He chuckled, clearly not believing her, "But you do, kitten. They're beautiful. You know that."

"I've seen better," Regan retorted, turning away from him. Sirius followed her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back towards him. She yelped in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don't do that!" she hissed.

"I'm not doing anything," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I just wanted to... talk to you." His hand didn't left her waist, instead it gripped her tighter, as if afraid she would slip away. Regan tried to get rid of him but she ended being forced against his chest.

She didn't want to be close to him, not only because they were sworn enemies, but because she felt like she was losing her pride. She had never been that close to a guy, she hadn't even held a guy's hand before....well, she had held his hand and been close to him so many times, but not willingly. And now he was practically hugging her even though she didn't want him to.

She felt his lips on her hair and shivered involuntarily. "You know," he began, his voice low and alluring, "I can look at you all the time without getting bored.

Regan didn't reply, but she knew that he could feel her tense up even more.

"And that because," he continued, his grip softening, "you're my girl. My firefly." His other hand went up her hair, tangling in the waves, and he tugged gently. Regan's temper hung thin, but she still couldn't shove herself away from him.

"Let me go," she growled.

"No," Sirius retorted.

"You're delusional," Regan spat, "I'm not your girl or your firefly. Stop calling me names," she said through gritted teeth. She knew it was all a twisted game he was playing, he was manipulating her, trying to break her.

She wouldn't let him win, she wouldn't let herself lose. But as he held her tight, she couldn't help but feel like a fool. Her shoulders were bare and cold, but they quickly warmed up. His hand was still tangled in her hair, and she wanted to tear his throat out if he didn't let go.

"And why you're not my girl? What do I have that you don't like?" He breathed in deeply at her hair, to inhale their scent, as if she was the most precious thing to him.

His question was stupid and ridiculous to her. Was she supposed to like anything in him? Was he such a fool to think that someone like her would willingly choose to be his girl? She wanted to tell him that she hated him, that she would rather die than be with him, but he'd turn that to his advantage too. He'd laugh and tell her it was what he wanted to hear.

Regan wondered how did she walk that far that she couldn't see her mother at all. She wandered around, and now she had left her mother alone.

"Hmm, my love? What do I have that you don't like?" he asked, his tone gentle but filled with a sense of pain as well.

"You dare call me that?!" Regan's voice was filled with anger and revulsion. She tried to pull away again, but his grip was firm.

Sirius leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You know why I call you that, Regan. You tear my heart with these claws of yours."

"Liar," Regan hissed, "You don't even have a heart."

"I have a heart," Sirius said. He turned her to face him and took her hand in his, bringing it to his chest. "And It beats for you."