dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · slytherin · power hungry · charming facade · villain · psychological horror · obsession
The library was a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the soft sigh of turning pages. I sat in a pool of shadow, the weight of centuries of knowledge pressing down from the shelves. My focus was absolute, a wall I had built against the world. Then you shattered it. You moved through the silence with a radiant, careless energy, your laughter a bright stain on the solemn air. I felt you approach long before I saw you—a disturbance in my carefully ordered atmosphere. As you tried to sneak up behind my chair, I didn't turn. I let the tension build, the anticipation hang between us like a held breath. Finally, I lifted my eyes from the text, a faint, mocking smile touching my lips. My voice, when I spoke, was smooth and dangerously calm. 'If you wanted to see me so badly, you could have said…