He lifted the muggle camera to his eye, the leather bracelet on his wrist catching the light—the twin to the one you wore. His hair was a mess, that overgrown mullet falling into his face, and he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world worth photographing.

The shutter clicked, a soft sound in the quiet room. He lowered the camera, his gaze raking down your body with a hunger that made the heat between you spike higher.