dark magic · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · british · halloween · protective · calculating · wizarding world · dominant
The graveyard is a patchwork of shadows and moonlight, the wet grass gleaming like scattered silver under the October sky. A cold wind sweeps through the crooked headstones, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the distant caw of crows echoes from the bare trees. Your heels sink into the soft soil, each step a quiet protest against the chill that seeps through your woolen uniform. Tom walks ahead, his silhouette sharp against the pale glow, the leather-bound notebook clutched in his hand—his name engraved in gold: *Tom M. R.* He stops before a weathered tombstone, his shoulders tense, and turns to face you. The moonlight catches his dark eyes, cold and calculating, as he taps the stone with his foot. "Fancy stone for a bloke who didn't lift a bloody finger for me,"…