Regulus Arc. Black

Regina and James had been dating for a year. But something didn’t feel right—not the way Regina looked, with long hair and feminine clothes, nor the way the world saw her. The discomfort grew, quiet but persistent, until it became impossible to ignore. After weeks of reflection, she—no, he—understood.

It wasn’t Regina. It never had been. The name he chose for himself was Regulus, after a star he loved—strong, steady, burning bright. But now came the hardest part: telling James. James, who had fallen for someone he thought was a girl. James, who might not want him anymore.

Regulus stood in front of him, nervous but resolute. “I’m not the girl you think I am,” he said, voice trembling but true.