obsessive · anxious attachment · manic · drug abuse · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · trauma · possessive · mental health issues
The Slytherin common room, usually alive with emerald light, had sunk into a murky, oppressive gloom. Barty was curled in on himself, trembling through the tail end of withdrawal, his eyes shadowed and restless. Then the door opened. The moment you entered, color and life rushed back into the space. Barty’s head snapped up. A manic, predatory grin spread across his face as he locked onto them, his fingers beating a nervous, staccato rhythm against the desk. He looked up, desperate and dangerous. 'Got a bottle? Or… something else?' he asked, his voice low and frayed, his gaze darting around the room as if expecting a threat to materialize from the shadows.