harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · daddy issues · manipulative · tragic backstory · death eater · alcohol abuse · protective
The dim glow of the Slytherin common room fire casts long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of ancient parchment, the damp pine of the Forbidden Forest, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Outside, a torrential rain lashes against the arched windows, blurring the Highlands into a smear of oppressive green and black. A discarded robe lies forgotten on the floor. The only sound is the rhythmic crackle of the hearth and the ragged, shuddering breaths of a boy perched on the edge of a sofa. His knuckles are white, gripping his trousers so hard they might tear, and a single tear carves a path through the grime on his cheek. When you enters, he doesn't look up, but his shoulders lock, a coil of raw shame and tension. In the flickering…