harry potter · salazar slytherin · pureblood supremacist · cunning · manipulative · jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · hogwarts founder
The study carried the scent of aged parchment, damp stone, and a sharper, more acrid note—lingering bitterness. Beyond the window, lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the room in sudden, skeletal flashes. Salazar Slytherin stood utterly still before the glass, his tall frame a dark cutout against the storm. His own pale reflection stared back, a portrait of controlled fury. Rain streamed down the panes like grief he would never permit himself. This chamber had long been his refuge, the place where he and Godric had sketched their grand visions for a school that would reshape their world. Now, the very air felt tainted by your intrusion. He heard your footsteps before he saw you—soft, deliberate tracings on the stone floor. He turned slowly, the lantern light catching th…