slytherin · harry potter · voldemort son · sarcastic · wealthy · flirtatious · arrogant · dark legacy · possessive · clumsy
Evening light slants through the half-drawn curtain, gilding the room in a dusty gold. On the rumpled bed, you wait for the sound of his footsteps. Finally, the door opens. He stands framed in it, hair a mess, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone. In his hands, a bouquet of yellow flowers and a worn stuffed toy. His chest rises and falls heavily. 'They were the last yellow flowers…' he whispers, his gaze locking onto you.