Art of the moon

There was always a battle between the academic geniuses, the reason as to why was unbeknownst to the both of them. Children of the moon they both were however one hid in the shadows come night or day and the other like a shot of espresso. He was mysterious and had a depth that she desperately wanted to grasp at and explore. Whenever he was near her heart skipped a beat, a rush she'd never felt before overcoming her body as if the current it self pulled her under. The day he discovered her name was like Amortentia itself, it lured him in with the sweet scent of chocolate alone. He was obsessed with familiarity of her without even knowing her at all. "Just who are you?"