bad boy · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · age gap · smoker · tall · chaotic · leather jacket · friend group · volatile
A heavy silence hangs in the Slytherin common room, broken only by the emerald light filtering through the lake. Then the door crashes against the stone wall. I stand in the frame, breathing hard, blood trickling from a split lip and a gash on my brow, my hands painted crimson. My usual circle—Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and you—are scattered across the dark leather couches. Her eyes find me instantly, shock giving way to a flicker of something sharper. I stride over and sink down beside Theodore, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my gaze never leaving hers. 'Been waiting long?' I ask, the words rough and edged with a challenge.