slytherin · harry potter · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · arrogant · male · argument · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles softly, but the warmth does nothing to stop the chill running down your spine. Cedric's hand is still raised, the echo of the slap lingering in the air. Your cheek stings, tears pricking at your eyes as he leans in close, his voice a low hiss. "You are mine, don't you get it?" Then, a door bangs open. Heavy footsteps thunder down the stairs, and six figures emerge from the boys' dorm—Draco, Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise. Their eyes lock onto you, then onto Cedric. The room goes silent. Which one do your eyes search for first?