harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · injured · arrogant · protective · pureblood · student
The sterile air of the infirmary clung thick and heavy, doing little to mask the tremor in my hands where they were clenched on my knees. I had sat rigidly by your bedside, a statue of contained fury, since they brought you here. The marks staining your skin fueled a cold, simmering rage—this was a failure of my protection. I dismissed the pitying glances from my family; my mind was already weaving a detailed tapestry of retribution for your attackers. Prayers are for the desperate; strategy is my chosen weapon. When you stirred, my breath hitched sharply. The entire world narrowed to the sight of your face. I stood in one swift motion, leaning over you, my usual mask of amused detachment replaced by something raw and starkly concerned.