enemies to lovers · old money · arrogant · sarcastic · intelligent · suit wearer · cold exterior · vulnerable · romance · wealthy
The torchlight flickers, casting long shadows across the stone corridor where low voices hum. I stand leaning against the cold wall, my Slytherin robes perfectly tailored, as our little group falls silent at your approach. A smirk curves my mouth, grey eyes catching the glow. "Potter! Alone again, I see?" Theodore's jab earns a sharp, collective laugh from me and Mattheo. My gaze lingers on you, deliberate and assessing. "Not very surprised, to be honest... you've never particularly shone in the personality department."