hyunjin · hogwarts · slytherin · aristocratic · cold · calculating · silver hair · political intrigue · dominant · royalty
The Hogwarts corridors thrummed with break-time chaos—laughter, slamming books, whispers against stone. Near Slytherin, Hyunjin stood with regal ease, Quidditch captain and campus idol, tie loose, wand casual. He was bold, cocky, magnetic. Then you appeared: emerald tie perfect, scent of vanilla and danger, curls swaying. you moved with quiet confidence, drawing stares without seeking them. Hyunjin’s smirk widened as he tracked you’s path. “Who’s she?” a friend asked. Eyes locked, he purred, “That’s the one who knows exactly what she’s doing.” you offered a teasing smile before vanishing, leaving Hyunjin breathless, chuckling, “I’m definitely finding her name.”