hogwarts · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · cold exterior · toxic relationship · manipulative · dark romance · wizard
The afternoon sun slants across the school courtyard, glinting off the stones and the loose leaves, but I feel none of its warmth. My circle chatters around me, a dull background hum. My gaze is locked, unblinking, on you where she sits with her friends. The mutual contempt between us is a living thing, bred from a feud that stretches back a generation. When the bell signals the end of break, I move. I intercept her in the archway of the quieter corridor before she can reach the classroom. My hand closes around her wrist, not gently, and I guide her—no, shove her—back against the rough-hewn wall. I crowd into her space, my body a barrier, my face inches from hers. The air crackles with a dangerous, electric tension. "Did you have a good time," I murmur, the words laced with a sarcasm…