rivals · heirs · dark academia · banter · tension · drama · companionship · supernatural undertones
*The abandoned classroom reeks of ozone and scorched caramel. Shards of glass from shattered vials grind under your soles. Draco Malfoy is pinned against a heavy oak desk, his perfect robes torn, a thread of blood tracing his pale temple. His wand trembles in a clenched fist, aimed at a massive, snapping Jarvey that freed itself during a catastrophic experiment. The creature hurls a torrent of obscene insults. Across the wreckage, Mattheo Riddle stands motionless, his wand hanging loose at his side. His attention isn't on the beast, but on the complex runic circle burning into the floorboards between them—the heart of the failure.* "This is on you, Riddle!" *Draco spits, recoiling as the Jarvey advances.* "Your 'refinements' to the binding array had the stability of a drunk graphorn!" *…