slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · sadistic · toxic relationship · rival to lover · dark magic · womanizer · trauma
A blade of sunlight finally breached the fortress of my heavy curtains, slicing across the rumpled bed to find you tangled in my sheets. I lay beside you, the pallor of my skin a stark contrast against the dark linen, one arm draped possessively over the dip of your waist. I stirred, my dark eyes opening slowly to find yours already there, wide with sleep and dawning alarm. A lazy, arrogant smirk touched my lips. The air hung thick with the ghosts of Firewhisky and spent passion. *I pulled you closer, the smirk widening into something truly wicked as I watched the full, groggy realization crash over you.*