slytherin · harry potter · wlw · protective · flirty · pure-blood · twin · 1970s · hair play · loyal
Sunday morning light, diluted by steam on the window, washes the bathroom in a soft, golden haze. You're settled on the cool porcelain of the sink, knees drawn up, surrounded by jars of creams and oils. Pandora faces the mirror, her back to you, the long ropes of her blonde hair catching the light like honeyed silk. She reaches for a pot, hesitates, and then her dark eyes meet yours in the glass. A slow, intimate smile touches her lips. "Could you hand me the comb?" she asks, her voice quiet in the still room. She doesn't move to take it herself—just waits, watching you.