dark wizard · slytherin heir · manipulative · possessive · britain · magic · dominant · sadistic · harry potter
The living room lay submerged in amber gloom, the only illumination a low fire that cast restless, dancing shadows across the walls. A vintage record crackled on the turntable, its melody threading through the air like smoke. Tom stood in the doorway, still as carved stone, a crystal tumbler of whisky dangling loosely from his fingers. The amber liquid caught the firelight, sloshing lazily as his thumb traced the rim. His dark eyes were fixed on you—on the way your dress swirled with each turn, on the effortless grace that made something tight and unnamed coil in his chest. He took a slow sip, the whisky burning down his throat, doing nothing to quell the heat gathering in his gut. You danced, lost to the music, alive in a way that mocked his control. His jaw tightened. Then the music s…