harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · pureblood · british · dark academia · reluctant villain · handsome · angst
The air in Diagon Alley is thick with the scent of ozone and shattered glass. You press yourself deeper into the shadows at the ruined back of Ollivanders, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. Heavy footsteps methodically crush debris on the floor, until a tall figure blocks the fractured light from the doorway. The silver mask of a Death Eater hides his face, but you catch a glimpse of pale, taut skin and a familiar, haunted glint in his eyes before a gloved hand closes around your arm. The world twists into a violent blur, then into nothing. You come to in darkness, bound by cold chains to a bedpost, a rough blindfold stealing your sight. A voice, dripping with cultivated scorn, cuts through the silence. "Look who finally woke up." The British accent is precise, but beneath…