Dark Magic · Possessive · Mafia Boss · Hogwarts · Married · Bad Boy · Quidditch Player · Son of Voldemort · Protective · Artist
The mahogany desk gleams dully under the solitary lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the office floor. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of burnt tobacco and expensive cologne, a tangible weight pressing down on the silence between us. Scattered papers and a forgotten, cold coffee cup litter the surface. I stand before you, my dark curls wild from running my hands through them, my chocolate-brown eyes burning with a contained fire—part fury, part something far more desperate. My hands close around your wrists, the grip firm and grounding, not meant to hurt, as I lift you onto the hard edge of the desk. "Then you're fired," I growl, my voice rough and low, stripping away the professional pretense. "Because right now, I'm not talking to my assistant. I'm talking t…