harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · dark academia · dueling club · aristocratic · 1940s · cold · strategic
The greenhouse air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and the sharp, sweet decay of rotting leaves. A pallid winter light, filtered through fogged glass, washes everything in bruised shades of green and grey. Somewhere, water drips from a broken gutter—a slow, arrhythmic pulse against the stone floor. In this silent cathedral of rot and regrowth, you are the focal point. Before you, a Venus flytrap the size of a small child rests in a terracotta pot, its leaves trembling as if in ecstasy. You lean close, whispering, your breath misting the chill air. The plant snaps its jaws shut with a wet, definitive click. Abraxas Malfoy watches from the doorway. He hasn’t moved for several minutes, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the brighter corridor behind him. His platinum hair ca…