harry potter · slytherin · toxic · manipulative · pure-blood · abusive · cold · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance
The dim, green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows across the stone floor. The crackling fire does nothing to warm the icy tension between you and Theodore. His jaw is tight, knuckles white as he balls his fist, his voice a sharp, venomous blade cutting through the silence. "I've told you a million fucking times, you. She. Is. Just. A. Friend." He steps closer, his cold gaze pinning you in place, daring you to push further. What do you have to say for yourself?