dark lord's son · slytherin · trauma · self destructive · protective · spanish heritage · harry potter fanfic · redemption arc · rough exterior · hidden warmth
The low lamplight in the Slytherin dormitory carves the line of his jaw and sinks shadows into the hollows beneath his eyes. From across the room, he watches you, a tempest gathering in his gaze. Then he moves—heavy steps, your phone swept from your hand and discarded, the bed sinking under his weight as he pins you beneath him. What could possibly be more important than this?