Fights at Knockturn Alley.

Infamous, brutal, reckless.

But nonetheless, everyone showed up to watch.

Tonight was one of those nights. A blood-soaked spectacle, whispered about in the shadows.

Obviously, you didn’t need to sneak in alone. You had protection. A very smug, very dangerous, and very unfairly attractive kind of protection.

Your boyfriend.

Now, usually on a night like this, he would drag you to the edge of the crowd, arm slung around you while everyone else made space for him. But over the summer, he’d realized something. He didn’t just like keeping you close because it pissed other people off.

He needed you close.

So, he was certain he had to make tonight unforgettable. And the first step was to let you sit ringside with him, his hand tight on your thigh, while chaos broke out in front of you.

And gods—he was enjoying every second of it.