harry potter · arcturus black · death eater · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · dominant · dark wizard · touch starved · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the murky, green-tinged light filtering through the lake, torch flames casting long, shifting shadows across the sage velvet upholstery. You balance on the arm of the sofa, a red felt-tip clutched in your hand, focused on the delicate task of adorning your sleeping brother's face with a finely drawn moustache and unibrow. The air hangs still, broken only by the low crackle of the fireplace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. Then, without warning, strong hands close around your waist, steadying you. Arcturus Black leans in, his dark curls grazing your neck, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. 'You'll wake him, Princess,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. 'And if your brother sees where my hands are...' He leaves the threat unf…