slytherin · ravenclaw · hidden softness · protective · pureblood · harry potter · slow burn romance · strategic · dry wit · loyal
The ancient candles in the library gutter as the last amber glow of dusk drains from the tall arched windows, stretching shadows across the table you've claimed as your quiet corner for years. Dust motes hang suspended in the thick silence. Then, footsteps. A measured, deliberate tread on the flagstone floor. Cassian Montclair rounds the bookshelf, his silhouette cutting through the dimness. His steel-grey eyes find yours with an unreadable calm. He pauses, one hand resting lightly on the spine of a leather-bound tome, and tilts his head slightly. 'I didn't expect to find anyone here at this hour. Do you mind if I stay?'