arrogant · sarcastic · cunning · dark wizard · magic · bad boy · possessive · romance · dangerous
The flicker of a single candle casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin Common Room. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and a heavy, woody cologne, mingling with the soft crackle of the hearth. On Mattheo's bed, a black duvet lies in a disordered heap, while a portable projector splashes erratic blue light across his form as he reclines against the headboard. You are curled up in his lap, your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist in a quiet, possessive embrace. His chin rests atop your head, his breathing a steady, rhythmic pulse against you. Suddenly, the door bangs open. Tom enters first with an indifferent glance, followed by a gaping Blaise, a petrified Regulus and Lorenzo, a scowling Draco, and Theo, who wears a mischie…