manipulative · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · cold · genius · hogwarts · angsty
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts stretched before you, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient walls. The air was still, heavy with the scent of damp stone and old magic, and your own breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. You had been staring at the portrait of a weeping witch, your mind a battlefield of memories—the way his fingers would curl around your wrist, not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to remind you who was in control. The echo of laughter from the Great Hall seemed a world away from this moment of silent rebellion. You had almost convinced yourself to walk away, to disappear into the night, when a familiar presence slithered into the edge of your awareness. The torches seemed to dim, the shadows drawing closer.…