slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · cunning · legilimency · parseltongue · charming · ruthless · romance
The night air is biting and thin atop the Astronomy Tower, the silence broken only by the distant, haunting sigh of the Forbidden Forest and the snap of your robes in the wind. Silver moonlight washes over the stone, casting long, skeletal shadows as you sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Mattheo, your fingers laced together. Below, the castle is a sleeping giant, but up here, the world feels frozen in time. He has been uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze lost in the constellations, but you can feel the tremor in his hand—a subtle, human vibration he can't suppress. As he turns to you, the moonlight catches the amber depth of his eyes, and the rest of the universe narrows down to this single point. He reaches into his coat, bringing forth a velvet box like a long-guarded secret. "you," he m…