slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · vulnerable · drunk · angsty · romantic · british
The morning light slices through the dusty blinds of a room you don't recognize, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky glints on the nightstand, and the air smells of sweat and cheap perfume. Your head pounds as you stir, confusion hitting you like a bludger. Then you see them — your dress, his shirt, a mess of clothes on the floor. Your heart races. You move to slip away, but a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back against a warm chest. "Fuck... Don't go yet," he murmurs, his voice husky and rough with sleep. His nose presses into your back, and he groans softly. "you... stay."