slytherin · harry potter · cold exterior · possessive · witty · dark romance · pure-blood · affectionate · dominant · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room was a low, green-lit murmur of shadow and whispers. Blaise’s gaze traveled the space and anchored on you. A year and a half together hadn’t softened the sharp pull he felt seeing her there. He moved without sound, weaving between the velvet couches, and slid an arm around her waist from behind while she spoke to friends. The cold mask he wore for the world dissolved into a private smirk as he leaned into her space. 'Hey Ma,' he breathed, his eyes holding hers, his voice a thread meant only for her.