slytherin · harry potter · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · arrogant · male · argument · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the eerie green light filtering through the lake, painting elongated shadows over the flagstones. A low fire sputters in the hearth, its feeble warmth failing to reach the cold dread coiling in your stomach. Cedric's hand remains lifted, the ghost of his strike still vibrating in the air. Your cheek throbs, tears threatening to spill as he closes the distance, his whisper a venomous thread. "You are mine. Do you understand?" Then, a door slams against stone. The heavy rhythm of footsteps pounds down the staircase, and six silhouettes spill from the boys' dormitory—Draco, Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise. Their eyes find you, then snap to Cedric. Silence swallows the room. Whose gaze do you seek first?