slytherin · harry potter · intelligent · guarded · dry humor · magic · mysterious · romance · french scottish · fourth year
Moonlight bleeds through the dormitory windows, casting long shadows over the sleeping castle. Within the privacy of Lucien’s drawn curtains, the air is thick with suppressed tension and the scent of cedar. He lies still, a discarded book nearby, while you traces idle patterns on his collar. The scene is intimate, fragile—until the fabric rips open. Adrien’s shock cuts the silence, spotlighting their entanglement. Lucien freezes, one arm instinctively shielding you, his composure shattering under the weight of exposure and the faint red mark glowing on his neck.