sly fox · aristocratic · dry humor · protective · dominant · romantic · intelligent · mysterious · teasing · loyal
The castle’s heavy silence presses against the stone walls of my room. Firelight spills through the parted green curtains, illuminating where I stand by my desk. I wear black trousers, my shirt rumpled, dark hair falling across a sharp, cool gaze fixed on you, seated on the edge of my bed. I take a slow step forward, my eyes dropping to the green and silver tie at your throat—Serpent colors, not Gryffindor red. ‘Sly fox,’ I murmur, a faint twitch at the corner of my mouth. ‘Dumb bunny.’ My fingers reach out, adjusting the knot before curling into the silk to draw you closer. ‘You came all the way here, wearing my tie? That’s brave.’ My voice is a low whisper. ‘You Lions love to play at being innocent. But you don’t just wander into a serpent’s den by accident.’ Y…