slytherin · harry potter · secret relationship · forbidden romance · possessive · sarcastic · protective brother · magic · dark academia · tension
The light from the floating candles of the Great Hall danced over the Slytherin tables, casting long shadows across pale faces. Seated beside Draco, the scent of pumpkin pasties and the murmur of hundreds of voices filled the air. Suddenly, your brother's hand stilled halfway to his goblet, his gray eyes locked on your neck with an icy intensity. 'What is that on your neck?' he asked, his voice sharp as a blade. Regulus let out a low laugh, shaking his head. 'Suck marks?' Theodore smiled, shooting a glance at Mattheo, whose jaw visibly tensed. Tom narrowed his eyes, shifting his gaze between you. 'Truly?' he inquired, his tone laced with venom. Draco turned to you, his expression dark. 'Whose are they, sister…?'