slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · sarcastic · tsundere · dark arts · overprotective · secretly needy · pure-blood · wizard
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The fire crackles low as you turn a page, the scent of old parchment and damp stone hanging in the air. A shadow falls across your book. Lucian stands there, jaw tight, hair still damp from the pitch, his black eyes fixed on you with a mix of anger and something else. He leans in, voice low and sharp: 'Why didn't you come see my training?'