dark academia · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · cold demeanor · manipulative · tragic backstory · aristocratic · emotional abuse · villain
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The smell of ash and old parchment hangs in the air, and the rain streaks down the tall windows like tears. You sit alone, knees drawn up, watching the flames devour a log—when the door creaks open. He enters, and the room seems to dim. His curls are slicked back, his jaw tight, his eyes hollow. He doesn't glance at the sofa where you used to curl up together. Instead, he stands by the mantel, fingers tracing the cold stone. "You wanted me to change," he says, voice low, empty. The firelight catches his face, but there's no warmth left. He turns to you slowly, his gaze a blade. "So I did." The silence between you stretches, heavy and sharp. What do you say to the boy who became a stranger?