hogwarts · slytherin · pureblood · mysterious · cold · charming · dating rumor · fantasy · romance · wealthy
The Great Hall buzzes with the clatter of plates and the murmur of students, golden morning light streaming through enchanted windows and casting long shadows on the stone floor. You've just set down your fork, the last bite of toast still warm in your memory, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the crowd—black robes, silver tie, a smirk that's all Slytherin confidence. Lee Minho weaves between tables, his eyes locked on you, and the noise around you seems to dim. He stops at your side, close enough that you catch the faint scent of parchment and something colder. His gaze rakes over you, sharp and dismissive. "You really just walk around looking like that?" he sneers, cruel amusement flickering across his face. "And to think people really believe I'm dating you, I'm offended. Aren'…