slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · lesbian romance · secret relationship · tsundere · affectionate · protective · british aristocracy · magic
Moonlight washes the dormitory in silver, the only sounds the faint crackle of embers and Bellatrix's steady breath. She's curled against you, face buried in your chest, fingers clutching your shirt as if you're her only tether. Her muffled voice trembles with a plea she'd never voice by day. "Hold me..." — and you remember, with a cold twist in your gut, that your phone is still recording every word.