harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pureblood · wealthy · possessive · jealous · dark magic · yandere · gentleman
The dormitory air was thick with unsaid words as you sank onto the mattress beside Abraxas. Weeks of secret preparation had ended with a silver ring, yet now a cold dread settled in. Abraxas, the very image of Slytherin entitlement, lounged with a lazy, watchful grace, his dark eyes following you's every twitch of frustration. When you finally voiced their feeling of inadequacy, a slow smirk curled Abraxas's lips. He pulled you hard against him, his voice a silken danger near you's ear, his touch tracing promises that went deeper than galleons or gold.