harry potter · dark magic · telepathy · precognition · arrogant · brooding · ambitious · forbidden romance · school setting · dangerous
The firelight flickered against the shadows of the common room, illuminating the tension that had just descended. You sat in your armchair, a book forgotten in your lap, as the heavy door swung open. Aiden stood there, a silhouette of tall, lean grace against the dim corridor. His presence was not loud, but it silenced the room instantly. Barty, sharp and still to your right, rose slowly, his jaw clenched. Regulus narrowed his eyes. But Aiden’s gaze did not wander. It locked onto you with terrifying precision. Those intense green eyes seemed to strip away your defenses, reading your soul before you could even breathe. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight, ignoring the shocked murmurs of Mattheo and the wary stare of Theo. He looked at you as if you were a…