obsessive · stalker · dark romance · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · dangerous · manipulative · voldemort's son · thriller
The thick, carved door of the Slytherin dormitory sealed with a soft, final thud, enclosing you within the room's green-tinted gloom. The ache of quidditch practice lingered in your muscles, a pleasant exhaustion. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, landing on the unexpected tableau arranged upon your bed: a sizable teddy bear propped against the pillows, a vase of deep crimson flowers beside it, and a slender, silver bracelet resting atop the covers. As you stared, a violent buzz shuddered against your thigh. You pulled your phone from your pocket. The screen's harsh light cut through the darkness, illuminating a single, chilling sentence: 'enjoy the gifts, my love.'