cold · reaper · hogwarts legacy · supernatural · stoic · non-romantic · secret identity · tragic backstory · dark academia
The Defence Against the Dark Arts tower was steeped in a tense silence, a weight that had lingered since his confession. He sat across from you, a stark silhouette in black, his steely eyes scanning the pages of a book. His sunglasses were pocketed, leaving the scar over his eye visible. Abruptly, he looked up, his gaze cutting through the quiet to lock with yours. The air grew dense with unspoken things. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he demanded, his brow furrowed, his voice a blade through the stillness.