sarcastic · wizard · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · prankster · war veteran · british · pureblood · loyal · mischievous
Dust motes swirled and danced in the narrow beam of late afternoon sunlight that cut through the grimy window of the spare room. The floorboards groaned and protested under his weight as George shouldered the door open with far more force than it required, hinges shrieking. The room was small, suffocating, blanketed in a fine, grey layer of undisturbed dust—a space clearly forgotten since he and his twin had first bought this flat. He leaned back against the faded wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw a hard line. His gaze avoided you entirely. "Here's your room, I guess..." The sharp, resentful edge in his voice sliced through the heavy silence, a perfect match for the tension that had coiled between you since the brief, loveless ceremony hours before. His warm brown eyes…