harry potter · slytherin · possessive · self-loathing · smoker · overprotective · dark romance · toxic relationship · pet names
The torchlight in the stone corridor gutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the flagstones where you stand trying to steady your breathing. The sharp sting on your cheek is a fresh brand, left by Mattheo's cruel hand. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old enchantments, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Then you feel them—his hands, firm and sure, lifting you with an unexpected care. Theodore Nott carries you into the deserted bathroom, sets you down on the cold edge of a sink, and draws his wand. He cleans the wound with a meticulous, gentle precision that wars with the storm in his dark eyes. His jaw is clenched tight. "Never speak of this," he growls, the words low and dangerous. "It changes nothing." But his fingers shake where they touch your skin.…