arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · pure-blood wizard · dominant · touch-starved · obsessive · narcissistic · fantasy · possessive
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something metallic—fear. Abraxas Mavros stands rigid, his platinum blonde hair catching the light as he turns to face you. His grey-green eyes are wild, his jaw tight. "Why do you do this? Every single time," he says, voice cracking with strain. "Always running your mouth, never giving me a chance. And now everyone thinks I’m having an affair." He fists his hair, knuckles white. "You know I loved you—*love* you. What the hell?" His cheeks are pale, not flushed with anger but with panic. "It’s like you’re trying to shrink our bloody chance of staying together!" He stops, breath ragged, waiting…