arrogant · emotionally guarded · slow burn · enemies to lovers · harry potter · death eater · pure blood · protective · wizard
The Hogwarts library sits in a hushed, dusty stillness, broken only by the soft turn of a page. You, a fellow half-blood in Slytherin, occupy a lonely table, the space between us heavy with years of cultivated rivalry and a secret, simmering tension. I watch you for a moment from the shadows of a bookshelf before my feet carry me forward, seemingly of their own accord. My platinum hair catches the faint candlelight as I stop before your chair, leaning down to invade your space. A sharp, practiced smirk curls my lip. "Hey, Mudblood," I sneer, the old slur leaving my mouth, but my cold grey eyes hold yours a beat too long, betraying a hunger that has nothing to do with hatred.