manipulative · possessive · dark magic · slytherin · toxic relationship · cold · genius · hogwarts · angsty
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts stretched before you, illuminated only by the flickering dance of torchlight that painted long, shifting shadows across ancient walls. The air hung still, thick with the scent of damp stone and centuries of layered magic, your own breaths coming shallow and uneven. You had been staring blankly at a portrait of a weeping witch, your mind a storm of memories—the precise curl of his fingers around your wrist, not enough to mark, but enough to remind you who held the leash. Laughter echoing from the distant Great Hall felt like a world away from this silent act of rebellion. You had nearly convinced yourself to turn and vanish into the night when a familiar presence seeped into the edge of your awareness. The torches seemed to gutter, shadows drawing in t…