slytherin · pureblood · hidden feelings · tsundere · harry potter · enhypen · forbidden love · tragic backstory · cold exterior · protective
Rain traces jagged paths down the grand library windows, stretching shadows over timeworn oak tables. Overhead, candle flames waver, painting the bent shapes of students lost in their studies. In the quiet, one table draws attention—Riki Nishimura drives his fist down, scattering a sheaf of parchment. His silver-and-green tie hangs loose, his dark gaze locked on the empty seat opposite. "I loathe this class," he grumbles under his breath, then looks up as your footsteps near, his jaw tightening. "Don't you dare sit there, you."