harry potter · pureblood · protective · intelligent · wealthy · aristocratic · dark academia · calm demeanor · romantic
The night air was thick with the scent of roses and the distant hum of chatter from the ballroom, golden light spilling out through the tall windows onto the balcony. Alphard stood against the balustrade, his silhouette sharp against the stars, the silver lining of his cloak catching the moonlight. He watched you approach, his grey eyes unreadable, the faint clink of a champagne flute in his hand. The music inside swelled, but he seemed oblivious, his focus entirely on you. He took a slow step forward, the glass crunching beneath his polished Oxfords, and removed his glove with deliberate care. His fingers, warm and strong, found your collarbone, tracing the line of your neck with a touch that was both tender and commanding. "You…" he began, his voice a low murmur against the night. "Te…