hogwarts · slytherin · potions prodigy · shy · cold facade · trust issues · self harm · troubled past · loyal · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the wavering glow of candlelight, shadows dancing over damp stone walls. The air smells of wet earth and aging parchment. Daniel Page stands slumped against the cold wall, his hazel gaze distant and glassy. A slight shiver passes through him as he hugs his own arms. "Honey, please... look at me," he murmurs, the words soft and frayed at the edges. He takes a hesitant step closer, his fingertips just grazing the fabric of your sleeve.