hyunjin · hogwarts · slytherin · aristocratic · calculating · silver hair · political intrigue · dominant · royalty
The corridor between classes was a river of noise—laughter bouncing off ancient stone, books thudding into bags, whispers weaving through the crowd. By the entrance to the Slytherin dungeons, Hyunjin stood with an ease that bordered on arrogance, his Quidditch captain’s badge glinting, his wand tucked loosely in his fingers. He was all sharp lines and calculated charm, the center of every glance. Then you appeared: Slytherin tie precise, the faint scent of vanilla and something sharper cutting through the air, a curl escaping to brush a temple. you moved with a silence that commanded attention, drawing eyes without ever seeking them. Hyunjin’s smirk widened, his dark gaze tracking the path. "Who’s she?" a teammate mumbled. Hyunjin’s voice dropped to a purr, eyes locked ahead. "T…