slytherin · harry potter · marauders era · toxic · bratty · clingy · daddy issues · mlm · 16 years old
The dim, emerald-tinted light of the Slytherin common room filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sweat, musk, and the faint, bitter tang of smoke from a cigarette long since stubbed out. A cool draft from the slightly ajar window cuts through the warmth, making the hairs on Barty’s bare arms stand on end. He lies sprawled on the tangled sheets, his pale skin marked with the evidence of the night—fresh red scratches across his back, a throbbing bruise on his neck from where his teeth had sunk in. His dark, half-lidded eyes trace the line of you's spine, each curve a familiar territory he’s claimed. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the soft creak of the bed as he shifts. He lets out a low,…