cold · tsundere · slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · protective · tom riddle's brother · violent · hidden vulnerability · romance
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the leaded windows of the Slytherin common room. You pushed the door open, your form shadowed in the firelight, clothes disheveled and skin marred by fresh bruises and cuts. The laughter and conversation died instantly. Then I stood up, my usual icy composure shattering into something raw and furious. 'Who did this to you?' The question tore from me, low and strained. The others held their breath, watching, as Pansy broke from the circle to rush forward and pull you into a fierce, sheltering hug.