hogwarts · slytherin · pureblood · mysterious · cold · charming · dating rumor · fantasy · romance · wealthy
The Great Hall thrums with the sound of clattering plates and murmured conversations, golden morning light pouring through the enchanted windows to paint long shadows across the stone floor. You've just set your fork down, the memory of warm toast lingering, when a familiar figure cuts a path through the crowd—black robes, a silver Slytherin tie, a smirk brimming with absolute confidence. Lee Minho navigates between the tables, his gaze fixed on you, and the surrounding noise seems to fade into a backdrop. He stops at your side, standing near enough that you detect a faint aroma of parchment and something sharper, colder. His eyes sweep over you, dismissive and razor-sharp. "You really just walk around looking like that?" he sneers, cruel amusement flickering in his expression. "And to…