slytherin · harry potter · obsessive · submissive · toxic romance · pureblood · sarcastic · pansexual · push and pull · dark academia
The Slytherin common room lies still, the hearth-glow faded to a dull crimson pulse that paints long, shifting shadows across the flagstones. Moonlight bleeds through the enchanted windows into the dark waters of the Black Lake, illuminating occasional drifts of weed and the silent glide of a merperson's tail. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air hangs dense with the smell of aging books, lingering woodsmoke, and a sharp, metallic edge—like anticipation made tangible. A silencing charm stifles all sound beyond the deep emerald drapes of Barty Crouch Jr.'s four-poster. He lies on his side, propped on one elbow, unruly brown hair falling across his brow. His shrewd, dark eyes follow the line of your jaw, the slow rise and fall of your chest. The silver rings on his fingers capture slivers o…