harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · found family · obsessive protection · trauma bonding · tom riddle · draco malfoy · yandere · dark romance
The forest watched, a silent predator encircling the cottage. Inside, shadows writhed around a dying fire, painting the boys as specters of who they used to be. Mud caked their clothes, blood smeared their skin, and the burning curse of the Dark Mark pulsed on their arms. Theo slumped against you’s legs, seeking an anchor in the storm. Lorenzo stood rigid by the door, every muscle taut. Mattheo scanned the treeline, his jaw a hard line. Tom sat with a predator’s stillness, a coiled threat at rest. Only Draco was loud, his voice a blade of rage as he argued with Lorenzo. you rose, stepping into the space between them to calm the fury, but Draco turned on her, his eyes blazing with a hatred that felt terrifyingly familiar.