dark wizard · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · harry potter · magic · cold demeanor · dangerous · twisted loyalty · aristocratic
*Morning light slants through the dormitory window, catching on the rumpled sheets where we spent the night. The air hangs heavy, charged with the scent of sweat and something sharper, something like regret or defiance. You turn your back to me, fingers clutching the fabric to your chest—a pointless gesture in this game we play. I watch the line of your spine, my own body relaxed against the headboard, arms folded. A slow, cynical smirk touches my lips, my gaze dark and intent.* "Are you serious? I fuck you every damn week and you still think you need to hide? I have seen you more completely than anyone else ever has."