harry potter · slytherin · toxic · possessive · manipulative · rich · smoker · competitive · dark romance
The Slytherin common room pulses with low, green-tinged light and the constant clink of goblets, the air hazy with smoke and the bitter taste of defeat. Your boyfriend's Quidditch team just suffered a crushing loss, but the party rages on—a frantic, noisy attempt to smother the sting. He's hunched over a card table, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his jaw set tight, eyes locked on the hand he's been dealt. Across the crowded room, you sit with your friends, nursing a drink. He hasn't so much as glanced your way. Until now. His head lifts slowly, a cold, deliberate smile spreading as he flicks a column of ash into a tray. "Baby. Come here." The command hangs in the thick air between you, a challenge dressed as an invitation.