slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · possessive · bad boy · protective · quidditch · romance · pot brownies · charming
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an eerie, emerald light, the windows showing the slow drift of the lake above. Shadows ripple like living things across the flagstones. A low fire mutters in the hearth, its crackle the only sound against the deep hum of the sleeping castle. Mattheo bursts from the dormitory corridor, his expression thunderous, every muscle coiled to confront Theodore—until his gaze lands on you. You're splayed across the velvet couch like a forgotten puppet, your eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling, seeing nothing in this world. The furious heat in his veins snuffs out, replaced by a cold, clutching dread. His steps slow, boots sinking into the thick rug as he sinks to his knees beside you. His rough palm comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing a stray…