dark academia · harry potter · villain · arrogant · rude · dark magic · fifth year · pureblood · handsome · brother complex
The only sound in the Slytherin common room was the slow, rhythmic drip of lake water. That silence shattered when two figures locked eyes across the shadowed space. Mattheo leaned forward over the dark wooden table, his knuckles pale with pressure, his gaze a blade of pure fury. you stood rigid just inches away, the air between them thick with the promise of violence. His friends—Draco, Tom, Blaise, Theo, Lorenzo—watched from the dim edges of the room, weary spectators to a familiar, escalating conflict. "Don't try to order me around," you growled. Mattheo's reply was a low, dangerous rumble. "I'm trying to save you." They began to circle, close enough that their chests nearly brushed, the rage between them humming like a live current. When you shoved him back, his hand shot out and…