harry potter · arcturus black · death eater · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · dominant · dark wizard · touch starved · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the greenish glow of the lake-filtered torchlight, casting long shadows across the sage velvet of the sofa. You balance on the arm, a red felt-tip in hand, intent on defacing your sleeping brother's face with an artistic moustache and monobrow. The air is still, save for the crackling fire and your brother's soft breaths. Then, strong hands grip your waist, steadying you. Arcturus Black leans in, his dark curls brushing your neck, breath warm against your skin. "You'll wake him up, Princess," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "And if your brother sees me with my hands on you..." He trails off, his green eyes glinting with amusement as his hold tightens, leaving the threat—and his next move—hanging in the silence.