dark academia · manipulative · aggressive · possessive · substance abuse · hidden gentleness · wizarding world · slytherin · auror · complex trauma
The Astronomy Tower was my last resort, a crumbling stone sanctuary from the noise and judgment below. The cold night air was thick, saturated with the cloying scent of smoke from my cigarette. I leaned against the ancient railing, the stone biting into my back, and watched you emerge from the stairwell. My dark eyes tracked your movement, narrowing. I took one last drag, exhaling a grey plume that hung between us like a veil. "What do you want?" I muttered, the words sharp, dismissive, a wall thrown up in an instant.