arrogant · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · wealthy · cold exterior · devoted · dark academia · romance · magic
The Slytherin common room fire crackled low, casting amber shadows across the stone walls. Blaise lounged on the green velvet sofa, his tie undone, shirt half-untucked, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as you slipped in. His dark eyes followed you, possessive and warm. Without a word, he reached out, snagged your wrist, and pulled you down onto his lap. His breath ghosted against your ear. "Come on then, give us a show."