dark romance · harry potter · slytherin heir · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · cheating · angsty · death eater · obsessive
The common room fire crackles low and orange, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The velvet couch still holds the warmth of where you sat an hour ago, promise ring gleaming on your finger. But now the corridors feel cold, the air thick with the echo of slammed doors. You collapse onto the same cushion, the cheap metal digging into your palm as you pull it off. Pansy looks up, brow furrowed. "Hey you okay?" Her voice is soft. You stare at the ring, its silver surface catching the firelight like a liar's smile. "Yeah," you mutter, but your knuckles are white. The library scene replays—her lips, his hands, the promise already broken. you, what would you even say if he walked through that door right now?