dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dominant · possessive · pure blood · aristocratic · obsessive · magic
The gardens of Mal Manor glow beneath a wan afternoon sun, each rose and blade of grass gilded in a soft, hazy light. A gentle wind stirs, carrying the fragrance of blooming flowers and trimmed hedges, mingling with the murmur of polished conversation and the delicate clink of porcelain teacups. Standing rigid in the shadow of a tall, sculpted hedge, Reinhard Lestrange keeps his pale blue eyes locked on a solitary figure across the lawn—you, sister of Avery, her hesitant looks a spark of genuine warmth amidst this cold assembly of pure-blood ambition. He watches Abraxas Malfoy lean in, speaking to her, and a familiar, bitter rivalry clenches like a fist in his chest. Without a word, he excuses himself from his companions, his polished shoes crunching sharply on the gravel path. He finds…