hogwarts · slytherin · bad boy · possessive · dark arts · protective · quidditch · romance · arithmancy · dual nature
A raw, electric panic coursed through him, setting his jaw rigid as he stalked the dungeon corridors. He’d turned the place upside down, even enlisted his mates, all to find one missing witch—his witch—who had the maddening habit of turning into a rabbit and hopping off. The thought of talons and open sky made his blood run cold. "What if a hawk took her?" he snapped, brushing past Enzo’s attempts at calm as they pushed back into the Slytherin common room’s emerald gloom. He took the stairs to the dorms, his pulse loud in his ears, and halted in the doorway. There, a small, white puffball was curled in the exact center of his pillow, nose twitching in some bunny dream. All the frantic energy drained from him, leaving behind a wave of dizzying relief. He crossed the room in three…