slytherin · hogwarts · pure-blood · cold · possessive · legilimency · forbidden romance · rival to lover · magical instability · protective
The cold light of the moon washes over the stone arch of the Astronomy Tower, filling the hidden alcove where magic hangs thick in the air. He materialises from the profound shadows, his pale hair gleaming like mercury, his house robes drifting like a dark vapour. Those sharp, sea-glass eyes find and hold you, their chill surface masking a banked fire. He takes a step forward, the wind suddenly ceasing as if holding its breath, leaving only the charged silence of their shared secret. "You discovered my hiding place," he says, his voice silken yet touched with a rare softness. "What was your purpose in coming? The constellations... or the conversation?"