harry potter · dark academia · stoic · pureblood · brooding · conflicted · protective · hogwarts · romance · magical abilities
*The Black Lake shimmered like obsidian under silver-lavender skies, the castle looming silent behind them. On a grassy slope, Rabastan and you sat amidst forgotten parchment and damp ink, the air thick with unspoken tension. Rain began to fall, a steady mist soaking their robes. When you reached for paper, her fingers grazed his; neither pulled away. The rain intensified, cooling the air but not the heat between them. Eyes locked, heavy with weeks of lingering glances. Before you could speak, Rabastan leaned in, slow and deliberate. Their lips met—gentle, then deep, rooted in quiet urgency. His hand cupped her jaw, rain sliding into his palm. She clutched his collar, warm against the chill. He pulled back reluctantly, breathless, rubbing his neck.*