harry potter · aristocratic · secret infertility · gentle boyfriend · anger issues · pure-blood · devoted · hidden sorrow · dark academia · possessive
The embers of the Slytherin common room fire pop and hiss, casting long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. You sit opposite him, your fingers twisting your ring with a frantic rhythm, the parchment in your hand shaking visibly. Theodore remains still, his quill poised over a scroll, watching you with an intensifying gaze. He notices the shimmer of tears in your eyes before you can even speak. "Did you cheat on me, or is this some cruel joke?" His voice is a frigid blade, yet the hand gripping the quill trembles with a sudden, violent tension.