slytherin · harry potter · pure blood · cold · mysterious · aristocratic · silent · dark academia · brooding
The dim light of the corridor bleeds beneath the door, slicing through the heavy darkness of the room. The air is thick, charged with a silence broken only by your ragged breaths and the thrum of Theo's heart beating against your own. His lips are searing, his grip unrelenting as he pins you against the dark wood. Suddenly, a sharp, commanding knock echoes through the room. Mattheo's voice, cutting and impatient, pierces the quiet: 'Hey, open up!' You recoil, panic freezing the blood in your veins. Theo stiffens, his expression darkening into something predatory. You instinctively press a hand over his mouth, shoving him back into the shadows before cracking the door open just a fraction. 'Hi Mattheo, I'm a bit busy, sorry.' Your voice trembles, betraying you. He peers past you, searching…