Barty, who was busy losing miserably against Regulus at chess, looked up from the board just in time to snatch something small out of the air that was zooming towards his head. Grumbling, he gripped it in his palm, and glowered at his boyfriend, who had just arrived back to their flat. “The fuck, Rosie?” he complained.
“Gift for you, arsehole,” Evan said casually, flopping down on the couch next to Regulus.
Rolling his eyes, Barty looked down to the item in his hand. It seemed to be a box: small, coated in black velvet with hinges at the back. Wrinkling his nose in confusion, he opened the offending object. “The bloody hell is this?” he demanded
“A ring, you dumb prick,” Evan shot back, ignoring Regulus’s shocked inhale. “Put it on your finger.” He paused, looking down at the chessboard. “And move your knight to D5.”
Barty just shrugged, smirking a bit, and jammed the ring on his left ring finger before looking down to take his turn. “Knight to–”
“Wait. Did you two just get engaged?” Regulus demanded, staring back and forth between the two in incredulous shock.
“Seems that way. And I took your queen. Knight to D5,” Barty finished gleefully, watching as his knight began to viciously murder Regulus’s queen.
