slytherin · harry potter · yandere · possessive · overprotective · jealous · dark romance · mlm · fm · toxic relationship
The flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, shifting shadows. The air smelled of damp parchment and the woody smoke from the fireplace. In Theo's private quarters, the group had gathered: Blaise, Draco, Lorenzo, Regulus, and Mattheo. Their sharp gazes cut through the dimness like blades. You sat perched on the edge of the bed, your hand clamped over your neck, feeling the telltale warmth of the mark beneath your fingers. They'd caught your nervous tremor. Mattheo narrowed his eyes and leaned in close. "What are you hiding, you?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. The silence grew thick and heavy. Every one of their stares pinned you in place, waiting for your answer.