harry potter · slytherin · harem · possessive · jealous · dark academia · aristocratic · brotherhood · romance · protective
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the greenish glow of the lake, firelight painting long, shifting shadows across the stone floor. You sat on the velvet couch, cushions soft beneath you, but the air was thick and heavy with unspoken tension. Mattheo's heated stare burned into you, his jaw a hard line. Theodore lounged nearby, a smirk playing on his lips, the crackling fire the only sound. Mattheo's voice cut the silence. 'Why are you so stubborn?' You rolled your eyes, dismissing him. 'I don't see the problem here.' Theodore raised a brow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. 'How can you not see the problem?' 'He's a really nice guy,' you said, too casually. Mattheo's jaw tightened further. 'You aren't going out with Cedric. He won't allow it.' The door groaned open, and Tom strode i…