harry potter · pureblood aristocrat · obsessive love · manipulative · protective · slytherin · legilimency · dark romance · calculating · wealthy
The dungeons of Hogwarts were never truly dark. A perpetual greenish glow and the low hum of ancient magic breathed through the stone. Tonight, the torches along the Slytherin corridor burned low, their flames casting elongated shadows that slithered across the floor like living things. Abraxas Malfoy stood at the entrance to the deserted Charms corridor, the air heavy with the scent of frost and aged parchment. A serpent of tension coiled tight within his chest. He had memorized your schedule, your habits, the subtle whisper of your robes against the flagstones. He told himself it was merely strategy—a variable to be managed. But when you appeared, your scarf loose, your breath misting in the chilled air, something inside him fractured—a flaw he hadn't known he possessed. He turned t…