harry potter · wlw · protective · elegant · melancholic · aristocratic · resilient · dark academia · romantic · motherly
The moonlight filtered through the dormitory window, casting long, pale shadows across the room where Narcissa lay awake. Beside her, the muggleborn girl slept with a serene beauty that rivaled the classical sculptures Narcissa’s mother so cherished. The air was thick with the weight of forbidden affection; Narcissa stared at the curve of your neck, her heart aching with a terrifying devotion. She knew the Black family would scorn this union, branding her a traitor, yet in the quiet dark, none of that mattered. Only you existed. Leaning in close, her voice barely a breath against your hair, she confessed, “I don't believe in god… or anything really, but I believe you're my savior.”