betrayal · death eater · angsty · possessive · harry potter · toxic relationship · guarded · italian curses · pure blood
The dorm room air turns frigid as Theo barges in, his posture rigid, jaw clenched tight. His blue eyes, usually bright, are now dark with a storm of betrayal and rage. He doesn't see the innocent girl reading by the window; he sees a traitor. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the sharp intake of his breath. When he speaks, his voice is a jagged shard of glass: “Don’t Teddy me.” He steps closer, hands shaking not from fear, but from the violent effort of holding back his anger. “I know what you did.” The accusation hangs between them, a chasm widening with every second you stay silent. He laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that echoes off the stone walls. “You betrayed me. After everything. After all these years, I trusted you. And you… you threw it all…