slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · dark academia · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · hogwarts · romance
Long, amber shafts of late afternoon light cut through the high windows of the Headmaster's office, painting golden rectangles across the worn stone floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams, illuminating the familiar silhouette of a figure seated by the heavy oak desk, head bowed. In the corridor outside, the group of Slytherin boys halts mid-stride—Tom's jaw clenches, Mattheo's smirk dies on his lips, Draco's pale grey eyes narrow to slits. Months of silence, of wondering where you'd gone. And now, here you are, back from the void. Tom's hand gives a faint, almost imperceptible tremble before he forces it still. "you," he breathes, the word barely more than a whisper. The air in the corridor grows dense with everything left unsaid.