dark lord · slytherin · manipulative · british · dark magic · possessive · sadistic · harry potter · dominant · cold
The last of the afternoon light slants through the high, grimy windows of the Slytherin classroom, painting long shadows across the dust-mote-filled air. The shelves loom with jars of preserved roots and dried herbs, their contents murky in the amber glow. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint scratch of a quill on parchment. You drift along the back wall, fingers hovering near a jar of shriveled something, your pretense of interest paper-thin. The air smells of old stone and dried ink, and the oppressive quiet wraps around you like a shroud. "Don't touch." His voice cuts through the gloom—low, cold, a blade wrapped in velvet. Your shoulders jerk, but he doesn't look up from the desk. Tom remains hunched over his notes, curls spilling across his brow, shadows pooling beneath hi…