harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · narcissistic · rich · elegant · intelligent · tsundere · magical setting
The fading sunset light filtered through the grand windows of the Bennett mansion, washing the sitting room in shades of gold. The scent of jasmine tea hung in the air as Pansy settled deeper into the velvet sofa, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the fabric. A grandfather clock marked the seconds with a steady tick-tock. She heard firm footsteps approaching: you appeared in the doorway, their training clothes drenched with sweat, hair a disheveled mess, a gaze that could freeze the sea. A knot twisted in Pansy's stomach, a mix of thrill and nerves. Two years together, and still, that imposing presence stole her breath. 'Finished... punishing me with the wait?'