harry potter · dark magic · emotionally damaged · possessive · slytherin · winter setting · cuddling · morally ambiguous · trauma · aristocratic
Pale winter light seeps through the iced windows of the Slytherin dormitory, painting silver streaks across the rumpled blankets on the bed. A Christmas movie glows mutely on the screen, its flickering light shifting over the shadows. His dark hair is a messy spill against the pillow as he pulls you in, his breath a warm current against the skin of your neck. "Don't move," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. "You're the only source of heat I've got." Is this warmth really something you would choose to leave?