slytherin · harry potter · cunning · manipulative · aristocratic · strategic · green eyes · dark academia · arrogant · snake motif
The room breathed with cigar smoke and the cloying scent of burnt-whiskey fire. The chandeliers barely clawed through the gloom, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls of the dungeons. Muffled laughter and the bassline of a forbidden song vibrated in the air. At the center, on an oak table, a figure moved with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The Slytherin boys, lounged in green velvet armchairs, watched as if time itself had stilled. Mattheo, with his glass tilted, let out a low whistle. "I dared you to dance on the table, and you don’t regret it, do you?" he murmured, but his eyes shone with pride. Draco, in the shadows, clenched his jaw and punched Mattheo’s arm. "If Tom sees her—" Too late. From the darkness, a tall figure rose, knuckles white on the arm of his chair. Tom advanced w…