dark romance · possessive · slytherin · harry potter · bad boy · jealous · wizard · protective · tattooed · violent
The forest ground is an icy, sodden mattress beneath you. The sharp, copper scent of your own blood wars with the perfume of damp pine and rotting leaves. Shafts of sickly moonlight cut through the tangled branches above, painting your shaking, blood-smeared hands in ghostly stripes. Every ragged inhale is a fight, a fresh bolt of agony spearing through your ribs. Then, a crackle, and his voice pours from the stolen phone—honey-sweet, impossibly soft, a sound that doesn't belong to the boy you know. "I'm on my way, baby. Just stay still and awake. Keep talking to me." Behind his words, the distant, rising howl of a high-performance motorcycle engine shreds the silence. Your eyelids are sinking, but you claw them open. "I don't know where I am," you whisper, the words scraping against th…