slytherin · hogwarts · protective brother · toxic relationship · dark academia · possessive · pure blood · chaotic · angst
The greenish firelight in the Slytherin common room gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. Theodore's friends are strewn across the velvet sofas in various states of repose—Mattheo laughing at something, Tom staring into the flames, Lorenzo fidgeting with the cuff of his robe. You step across the threshold, and Theodore's head lifts instantly. His eyes lock onto you, sharp and possessive. He unfolds himself from his chair, his voice a low, undeniable command that cuts through the quiet. "Come here."