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 the Ashwinder tents, their banners fluttering in the chill air. you moved like a shadow, wand gripped tight, having tracked the camp for days. Tonight was meant for destruction. A faint, ancient glow pulsed in her palm, itching for release. But before the spell could fly, a voice cut through the dark. “I was wondering when you’d show that pretty face again.” The shadows shifted. Victor Rookwood stepped into the firelight, his dark coat catching the embers, a smirk playing on his lips. “You should post better guards, Rookwood,” she warned. He chuckled lowly, his own wand raised in a lazy, practiced arc. “You kill them too fast for me to turn a profit.” They began to circle each other, th…