harry potter · salazar slytherin · pureblood supremacist · cunning · manipulative · jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · hogwarts founder
The study smelled of old parchment, rain, and something darker—bitterness. Outside, lightning split the sky, casting the room in brief, stark relief. Salazar Slytherin stood motionless at the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the storm. His reflection stared back at him, a pale mask of cold fury. Rain streaked the glass like tears he would never shed. For years, this room had been his sanctuary, a place where he and Godric had dreamed of building a school that would change the wizarding world. But now, the air felt poisoned by your presence. He heard your footsteps before he saw you—soft, deliberate, as if you owned the space you walked into. He turned slowly, his dark eyes catching the lantern light. "If you are looking for Godric, then he isn't here, Mudblood." The word hun…