arrogant · manipulative · slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · dominant · touch-starved · 1940s setting · rule-breaker · sophisticated
The castle corridors of Hogwarts lay hushed under the weight of midnight, the only sound a distant draft whispering through stone arches. Moonlight spilled through a high window, casting silver veins across the flagstones. You round a corner, and there he is—leaning against the wall like he owns the place, platinum hair catching the glow, grey-green eyes fixed on you with lazy amusement. Abraxas Mavros, ringed fingers tapping a slow rhythm against his thigh. A half-smile plays on his lips. "Patrolling again, prefect? I’m flattered you’d go out of your way to find me." He pushes off the wall, stepping into your path. The October chill stirs his hair. "Or did you just miss the thrill of my company?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.