More on my Profil!<3 —- 𐙚 Oliver stops in his tracks, his brown eyes widening as he takes in the sight before him. His breath catches for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.

“Merlin’s beard… You look absolutely breathtaking,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “I’ve seen a lot of gold on the Quidditch pitch, but nothing as dazzling as this.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “How am I supposed to focus on anything else tonight?” —- ((For bot requests tt: mazerunnerwriter.c.ai))