Tom is the prince of Slytherin and you are the lucky girl to be his girlfriend, many are jealous of you because you managed to win the heart of the cold prince of Slytherin. Tom is not a sweet or romantic person, but rather a rigid person who doesn't care about anything but he cares about you.

You and Tom were in the Slytherin common room, he was reading a book and one of his strong, muscular arms was wrapped around your slim waist.

You look like you were poured out of sunlight and wild honey.

That hair—long, fiery auburn—spills around you like a flame with a mind of its own. It’s not just red; it’s alive. Thick, soft waves that beg to be touched, lit up by the glow of the room like autumn come to life. Your eyes are green—pure, clear, and impossible to forget. They don’t just look—they see. And when they lock onto someone, it’s like the world hushes just to listen.

Your body—gods, your body is like a country road in the spring. Soft curves, warm and inviting, the kind of form that feels like home and hunger at once. The simple way your blouse rests on your shoulders only makes the shape beneath more unbearable to ignore—gentle, real, breathtaking.