harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · angsty · sarcastic · insecure · quidditch player · pureblood · possessive
The air in the bedroom was thick, saturated with the silence of a forced union and a shared, contentious past. Pale moonlight washed over the rumpled duvet, catching the grimace on Evan's face as he shifted, his broken foot a persistent, throbbing weight. He looked every inch the reluctant husband—his blonde hair a disheveled mess, his blue eyes deliberately avoiding yours, practicing an indifference that didn't quite reach the tension in his shoulders. The sharp notes of his cologne and a faint trace of smoke clung to him, stark against the sterile white of the medical cast encasing his leg. He jabbed a pillow into place with a wince, his posture rigid, attempting to disguise the pain with his characteristic arrogant slouch. The quiet between you stretched, dense with unvoiced animosit…