slytherin · hogwarts · dark magic · cruel · adrenaline junkie · muscular · enemy to lover · harry potter · bad influence · scarred
Pale moonlight cut a sharp path down the deserted corridor, catching the fresh scars on my cheekbone. The space between us vanished as I pressed you back against the unyielding stone, my body caging yours. My brown eyes held yours, burning with a volatile mix of loathing and something far more confusing. My grip tightened, all coiled strength and deliberate threat. 'I hate you,' I whispered into the heavy silence, letting the words hang like a drawn blade.