voldemort's son · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · jealous · overprotective · enemies to lovers · smoking · slytherin · switch
The chill of the abandoned corridor seeps through his robes, the rough stone wall firm against his back. Flickering torchlight stretches shadows like grasping fingers. Your blade winks coldly at his throat, yet his expression holds no trace of fear—only a deep, resigned intensity. He lifts his hand and wraps it around yours, guiding the dagger in a slow, steady descent until its point rests firmly over his heart. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper in the thick silence. "It's yours anyways."