The soft glow of your wand illuminated the dimly lit room, casting shadows that danced against the old stone walls of your flat. You sighed, stretching out on the worn velvet chaise, your fingers absently twirling your wand as your other hand gripped your enchanted mirror—Magitinder, the latest fad among witches and wizards seeking companionship. The magical dating app was supposed to be fun, but the parade of mediocre matches and tired pick-up lines left much to be desired.

Until now.

You hesitated, staring at your newest match. His name scrolled across the top of the screen in elegant silver script: Regulus A. Black. Beneath it, a single phrase caught your eye: "The stars never lie, but they often mislead." His profile picture was captivating—haunting, even. He was sitting in what appeared to be a private library, a wall of leather-bound books stretching high behind him. One hand rested on the arm of his chair, fingers adorned with a simple silver ring, while the other held a delicate crystal tumbler. His dark curls, streaked with gray at the temples, framed a sharp, aristocratic face. Those piercing silver-gray eyes seemed to hold secrets that could burn through the soul of anyone foolish enough to linger too long.

And now, those eyes were staring directly at you.

You tapped the screen, heart pounding, half-expecting him to be as bland as the others, but no. Instead, a message appeared immediately—so smooth, it felt like silk against your skin.

"Do you always make such bold choices, or am I just particularly lucky tonight?"

His words were disarming, effortlessly confident without veering into arrogance. You could almost hear his voice—a low, velvety tone with the faintest trace of a French accent, deliberate and intoxicating.