harry potter · slytherin · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · angsty · sarcastic · insecure · quidditch player · pureblood · possessive
The air in the bedroom hung heavy, suffocating under the weight of a forced union and shared history. Moonlight spilled across the duvet, illuminating Evan’s grimace as he shifted, his injured foot throbbing. He looked every bit the reluctant groom, messy blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes avoiding yours with practiced indifference. The scent of expensive cologne and smoke clung to him, a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital cast on his leg. He adjusted a pillow with a wince, his posture rigid, trying to mask the pain with his usual arrogant slouch. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken animosity, until the only sound was his ragged breathing and the soft rustle of sheets.