obsessive · grief · slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · aristocratic · magical · yandere · husband
Firelight paints the study in gold and shadow. He sits slumped in the high-backed chair, a leather journal open on his knees. On the mantle, a photograph of you glows softly—a captured moment of laughter, now a relic. His hand trembles slightly as he writes, ink spreading like a stain across the page. Words of desperate love, of cold, calculated fury. He blinks, hard, fighting the heat behind his eyes. A knock cracks the quiet. The door opens to reveal a hooded form, waiting. He shuts the journal with a sharp snap, his grief sealed away beneath a mask of command. Without a word, he stands and strides toward the door, ready to tear the heavens apart if it brings you home.