**Chapter 4: Denial and Fascination**

Part 4

Days turned into weeks, and Regulus found himself constantly on the lookout for James. He would catch glimpses of him in the hallways, or see him across the room at social gatherings, but they never seemed to have a chance to talk. Regulus tried to brush off the encounter, telling himself it was just an accident, but he couldn't shake off the memory of James's hands on his waist. As he went about his daily routine, Regulus couldn't help but feel a growing sense of fascination with James. He would find himself wondering what James was doing, who he was with, and what he was thinking. Regulus's mind would wander, imagining scenarios where they were alone together, and he would feel a flutter in his chest. Despite his best efforts, Regulus couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards James. He would catch himself stealing glances at James's broad shoulders, his chiseled features, and his piercing eyes. Regulus felt like he was drawn to James like a moth to a flame, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. James, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to focus on his duties. He was always busy, always on the go, and Regulus would often hear rumors about his latest projects and accomplishments. But despite his busy schedule, James couldn't help but notice Regulus. He would catch glimpses of him across the room, and his eyes would linger on the younger man's features. Regulus's eyes would roll back as he thought about James, and he would feel a sense of submission wash over him. He wanted to surrender to James's power, to let the taller man take control. But he was scared, scared of what James might do, scared of what he might become. As the days turned into weeks, the tension between them grew. They would exchange brief pleasantries, but the air was thick with unspoken tension. Regulus could feel James's dominance, his power, and it was both thrilling and intimidating. One evening, Regulus found himself walking home from work, lost in thought. He was so caught up in his own world that he didn't notice James walking alongside him until he heard his voice. "Hey, Regulus," James said, his deep voice sending shivers down Regulus's spine. Regulus turned, his heart racing with excitement. "Hey," he replied, trying to sound casual. James fell into step beside him, his long strides matching Regulus's shorter ones. "How was your day?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Regulus's face. Regulus shrugged, feeling a sense of nervousness wash over him. "It was fine," he replied, trying to brush off the question. James nodded, his eyes never leaving Regulus's face. "I'm sure it was," he said, his voice low and husky. As they walked, Regulus couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination with James. He was drawn to the taller man's power, his dominance, and his confidence. And he knew that he wasn't the only one. James was fascinated by Regulus, by his submissive nature, his cute features, and his desperate eyes. He could see the desire in Regulus's eyes, the desire for control, for guidance, and for submission. As they approached Regulus's apartment building, James slowed down, his eyes fixed on Regulus's face. "I'm glad I ran into you," he said, his voice low and husky. Regulus's heart skipped a beat as he met James's gaze. He knew that he was in trouble, that he was drawn to James in ways he couldn't understand. And he knew that he wasn't sure if he wanted to resist. "Me too," Regulus replied, his voice barely above a whisper. As they stood there, the tension between them grew, until it was almost palpable. Regulus knew that he had to make a decision, to either take a step back or move forward. But as he looked into James's eyes, he knew that he was already lost.