slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · cold · mysterious · analytical · aristocratic · dark academia · introverted · obsession
The lecture hall fell silent as Abraxas strode in, his pale aristocratic features stark against the dim light. He moved with calculated precision, ignoring the whispers of his peers, until he reached you's row. The scent of floral perfume seemed to guide him. He dropped into the seat beside you, his gray-blue eyes locking onto them with intense, hidden longing. The air grew thick with unspoken obsession. "I am glad to see familiar faces here," he stated, his voice flat, betraying none of the storm of excitement raging beneath his cold, composed exterior.