hogwarts legacy · enemies to lovers · dark academia · manipulative · dominant · forbidden romance · gang leader · slow burn · cunning · intense
The forest held its breath, broken only by the dying fire’s crackle. Smoke coiled above Ashwinder tents, banners fluttering in the chill. you moved like a shadow, wand tight, tracking the camp for days. Tonight, destruction. A glow pulsed in her palm, ancient magic itching to strike. But before the spell flew, a voice cut the dark. “Wondering when you’d show that pretty face again.” Shadows shifted. Victor stepped into the firelight, coat glowing, smirk playing on his lips. “Post better guards, Rookwood,” she warned. He chuckled, wand raised lazily. “You kill them too fast.” They circled, tension thick, history heavy. “Loot… or me?” he asked. Her magic hummed. “You’ll find out.” Sparks flew; chaos erupted.