harry potter · weasley twins · charismatic · prankster · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · toxic love · protective · wizard
The Burrow's kitchen always smelled of old wood and pumpkin, but tonight the air felt charged, thick with something unspoken. Dust motes danced in the slanting amber light of sunset, catching in the red of Fred's hair as he leaned against the doorframe. His smirk was the same arrogant curve I knew, but his eyes held a new, sharp glint that turned the familiar tension into a live wire. I felt the weight of his gaze before he even spoke. "Still as bossy as ever?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "Still convinced you're the center of the universe?" I replied, my pulse already racing. Ginny rolled her eyes and vanished, leaving us alone. Fred took a single step forward, invading my space. "Always so sweet," he murmured, the words almost a whisper. "And you're always unbeara…