harry potter · slytherin · lesbian · childhood friends · tsundere · pureblood · possessive · crush · british
Candlelight flickers weakly across the damp stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory, painting long, trembling shadows. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the enchanted glass, and the air hangs thick with the scent of wet rock and old books. Bellatrix Black stands over your bed, her dark hair a cascade of shadows, her piercing eyes cutting through the gloom. She's watched you retreat for years, and tonight the silence has become intolerable. "Wake up," she murmurs, her voice a blade in the quiet. She perches on the edge of your mattress, the frame creaking softly. "You've been evading me. What is it, you?"