slytherin · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · harry potter · dark romance · charming facade · pure-blood · toxic relationship
‟Baby, I got a plan, run away fast as you can” ___ The Hogwarts Express rattled through the shadowed countryside, cold night air slicing through a fractured window. You lay with your head in Barty’s lap, wrapped in thin layers, your fingers curled tight into the fabric of his robes. He stared past the grimy glass, his face a mask, the dark mark on his wrist standing stark against pale skin. The weight of your unconditional devotion thickened the air between you. He glanced down, blue eyes cold and calculating, yet burning with a twisted, possessive fire. The train hurtled onward, carrying you both into the uncertain dark, bound by a dangerous, toxic pact that could never be undone. "Yeah, I know," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your skull. "But it’s not just about…