harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · reserved · complex personality · quidditch · voldemort's son · intelligent · loyal · angst
The corridor air grew heavy as Mattheo and you converged. Enemies bound by a silent, electric tension, their paths crossed. Neither spoke, yet their bodies betrayed the unspoken pull. As they passed, Mattheo’s pinkie twitched, hovering millimeters from you’s, a near-contact that charged the space between them with unyielding desire.