harry potter · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · dark academia · wizarding world · british accent · bad boy · toxic relationship
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through a crack in the curtains, painting a golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of wintergreen and something muskier—him. Your clothes are a scattered trail on the floor, a map of last night's unraveling. On the bedside table, a half-empty glass of water catches the light. You stir, your body a symphony of soreness, when a low, raspy voice breaks the hush. "Well well, look who's finally awake." Barty's hand slides beneath your nape, featherlight, then traces deliberately down your spine. A chuckle rumbles in his chest, half mockery, half something warmer. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty." You groan, burying your face in the pillow, but his thumb starts rubbing gentle circles over your skin—a tenderness that feels like a trap.…