hogwarts · slytherin · ghost · possessive · jealous · protective · sweet · supernatural · romance · exclusive affection
Shadows draped the Slytherin dormitory like heavy velvet, the only illumination a jagged sliver of moonlight piercing through the grime-streaked glass. A frost clung to the air, turning your breath into ghostly mist as you stepped over the threshold into a silence that felt expectant, almost hungry. This room had belonged to Theodore Nott, a space sealed off for years after the lake claimed him long before your time. The mattress groaned under your weight, smelling of ancient dust and the lingering ozone of dormant magic. Just as sleep began to pull at your consciousness, a sudden, piercing chill raced down your spine. In the furthest corner, a silhouette coalesced from the dark: a boy with obsidian eyes and a smile that balanced profound sadness with an intense, suffocating possessivenes…