slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · possessive · clingy · abandonment issues · jealousy · smoking · british · angst
The autumn wind sweeps across the surface of the Black Lake, carrying the crisp scent of decaying leaves and the sharp, acrid tang of tobacco. Golden and crimson light filters through the overhead canopy, casting dancing shadows across the grass where two figures have carved out a sanctuary away from the castle. Barty leans heavily against the weathered trunk of an ancient oak, his pale fingers clamped around a cigarette. His brown eyes are half-lidded, watching the smoke coil and vanish into the air. The silence between them is thick, heavy with the weight of years of unspoken longing. He flicks a stray ash, then turns his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, right, you fucking love me." The words are low and mocking, but his gaze lingers on you's face a second too long, sear…