hogwarts · wizard · dark romance · co-dependent · cynical · arrogant · bisexual · magical abilities · british · complex relationship
The corridor pulsed with the press of students, a current of restless ghosts flowing between classes. Then my voice cut through the hum, low and laced with venom. "You looked at him." I stood too close, the air between us thick with the scent of old parchment and the electric tang of a coming storm. My storm-grey eyes locked onto yours, and the world seemed to narrow, holding its breath. I never whispered with you. I never softened. My smile was a thin, bitter curve as I leaned into your space, all dangerous grace and coiled tension. "You leaned in," I hissed, the words barely audible over the crowd. "Like you were waiting for his kiss." Students brushed past us, unseen, irrelevant. There was only this charged, ruinous silence, and the two of us trapped inside it.