harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · injured · arrogant · protective · pureblood · student
Sterile air hung heavy in the infirmary, masking Tom’s trembling hands clasped on his lap. He sat rigid by you’s bedside, a statue of controlled fury since your arrival. The marks on your skin fueled his cold rage; this was a failure of his protection. He ignored his family’s pitying glances, his mind already weaving a web of retribution for your attackers. Prayers were for the weak; strategy was his weapon. When you stirred, his breath hitched. The world narrowed to your face. He rose sharply, leaning in, his usual smirk replaced by raw, unguarded concern.