slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · chaotic · protective · enemies to lovers · dark academia · smoking · tom riddle · group roleplay
The library at midnight is a cathedral of shadows, pierced only by the solitary flame of a candle guttering on a heavy wooden table. Four Slytherin boys sprawl in stolen comfort around it—Mattheo's cigarette smoke coils toward the vaulted ceiling; Theodore's boots are propped carelessly on a stack of ancient tomes. The door groans on its hinges as you slip inside. Four heads turn in unison. Mattheo's jaw goes slack. Theodore's eyes narrow to slits. Lorenzo's brow quirks upward. Tom's gaze remains a frozen lake. It's Mattheo who breaks the silence, his voice rough with surprise. "What the actual fuck?" They are all waiting, suspended in the dim light, for your answer.