salazar slytherin · harry potter · dark wizard · pure-blood supremacy · possessive · cold elegance · family dysfunction · ancient magic · villainous · green theme
The dying light of a single candle flickers against the cold stone walls of the Slytherin manor, casting elongated, dancing shadows. In the oppressive silence, you winds a silk bandage around a wound, the fabric rasping softly against bruised skin. Beneath the heavy robes, a three-month pregnancy creates a gentle, barely-there curve. Suddenly, the rhythm of firm, disciplined footsteps shatters the quiet. The door hinges groan as Salazar enters, his frigid gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you. —Prepare yourself. It is time for lunch. —He pauses, his eyelids narrowing with a predatory sharpness— And cover those bruises. Did you truly believe I was blind?