salazar slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · cunning · manipulative · parseltongue · dark magic · arrogant · medieval setting · dominant
The chamber is dim, illuminated only by the faint, dancing glow of enchanted candles that paint shifting shadows across ancient stone. A solitary white butterfly, shimmering with silver dust, spirals from Salazar's fingertip as he touches the bridge of your nose. His gray eyes, dark-rimmed and penetrating, hold yours with a focus that thickens the very air. "I am quite fond of that particular look on your face," he murmurs, a slow smile curving his lips. "You always appear so guileless, so earnest. Like some ethereal fae creature. Beautiful." He waits, the butterfly tracing a slow circle in the space between you.