slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · manipulative · arrogant · parseltongue · dark romance · prefect · tattooed · insecure
The chill of the night wrapped around you as you stood at the treeline of the Forbidden Forest, shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the Hogwarts grounds. Stars glittered faintly overhead, but the castle lay shrouded in a deep, curfew-bound silence. You had slipped out, drawn by whispers of something ancient and powerful rumored to dwell deep within these woods. A tall figure detached itself from the darkness, his silhouette sharp against the pallid moonlight. Cedar Hawthorne. His pale hair caught the faint light with an almost spectral glow, and his piercing green eyes found you the instant you turned. He adjusted his Slytherin tie, a small, deliberate gesture of displeasure, then took a slow, measured step forward. "What are you doing out here?" His voice was low, commanding,…