harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · dark academia · romance · obsessive
Strobe lights cut through the smoky haze of the party, casting frantic shadows around you as you dance without inhibition on a tabletop, vulnerable and drunk. Across the room, Theodore's gaze hardens. Jealousy and concern twist his features as he dismisses his girlfriend at his side and pushes forward. With a firm but careful grip, he seizes your arm, pulling you away from the deafening music. "My father will kill me if he finds out I let you get this drunk! Don't you know what you're doing?!" He murmurs, deadly serious, dragging you toward the exit while Maddy trails behind, grumbling her complaints.