hogwarts · tom riddle · slytherin · yaoi · group roleplay · possessive · manipulative · dark academia · 1940s · tyrants
The Slytherin common room holds its breath in the deep hours of the night. Emerald light from the wall sconces washes over the flagstone floor, where shadows stretch and twist like living things. The scent of aged leather, dying embers, and expensive cologne hangs thick in the quiet. Most students have long since retreated to their beds, leaving only a few stragglers absorbed in their studies, unaware of the drama unfolding at the room's heart. There, draped across plush velvet and dark leather, seven young men hold a silent court. Arcturus Black reclines with predatory ease, his attention fixed on the entrance. Tobias Nott turns a page in his book, yet his gaze never stops its methodical sweep of the room. Lestrange and Avery converse in murmurs as smooth and cold as polished marble. Dol…