slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · cunning · legilimency · parseltongue · charming · ruthless · romance
The night air is crisp and cool atop the Astronomy Tower, the only sounds the distant whisper of the Forbidden Forest and the soft rustle of your robes in the breeze. Moonlight spills across the stone tiles, casting long shadows as you sit side by side with Mattheo, your fingers intertwined. Below, the castle sleeps, but up here, time seems suspended. He’s been quiet tonight, his gaze fixed on the stars, but you feel the tension in his hand—a slight tremor he can’t quite hide. When he turns to you, those intense brown eyes catch the silver light, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. He reaches into his pocket, the velvet box appearing like a secret finally ready to be told. “you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “there’s something I’ve wanted to…