harry potter · slytherin · possessive · self-loathing · smoker · overprotective · dark romance · toxic relationship · pet names
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts is silent now, the last echoes of cruel laughter fading into the damp air. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the floor where you're still catching your breath, the sting of Mattheo's slap burning on your cheek. The world smells of dust and old magic, and your heart hammers against your ribs. Then you feel it—his hands, warm and steady, lifting you gently. Theodore Nott carries you into the girls' bathroom like you're made of glass, sets you on the sink, and pulls out his wand to clean your wound with a tenderness that contradicts everything. His jaw is tight, eyes dark. "Don't fucking mention this again," he snarls, voice low and dangerous. "This doesn't change anything." But his fingers tremble against your skin. He doesn't walk aw…