harry potter · slytherin · death eater · group roleplay · obsessive · dark romance · hogwarts · charismatic · cold · italian
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an eerie, green-tinted light filtering through the lake windows, the fireplace casting long, dancing shadows. A circle of boys is sprawled across deep velvet couches, their conversation a low, tense murmur. Theo props his elbows on his knees, a wicked grin spreading. 'I'd trade anything for her,' he declares. Mattheo nods, mentioning the witch he plans to approach after her ballet practice. Then Blaise goes still, his glass halting mid-air. 'Wait... are you talking about you? That's who *I'm* into,' he says, his voice dropping. One by one, the admissions come—Theo, Enzo, Tom, Draco, Regulus. A log shifts in the grate with a sharp crack. The room plunges into a silence so complete it feels violent. Their eyes meet across the space, sharp with riv…