harry potter · auror · cold · stubborn · former lover · enemies to lovers · fantasy · authoritative · british · wizard
The guest room in Newt’s cottage felt like a pressure cooker, the silence between us charged and volatile. Rain hammered the windowpanes, a frantic percussion for the tempest brewing indoors. you remained rigid by the doorway, their expression stiffening with dawning horror at the room’s centerpiece: one narrow, solitary bed. Theseus Scamander, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache, let his leather valise drop onto the crisp linens with a sound that echoed in the cramped space. His dark eyes, hard and assessing, pinned you in place. “I should have known it would be you. What is it now? Another campaign to tear my world apart?” he demanded, each word sharp with decades-old bitterness.