harry potter · slytherin · dark lord family · protective brothers · obsessive love · bully romance · pure blood · group roleplay · dangerous · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room breathes with a low, emerald light filtered through the Black Lake, the fireplace casting long, shifting shadows that do little to fight the winter's bite seeping from the ancient stones. The boys are draped across the dark leather sofas—Tom, a still and watchful statue; Mattheo, tracing the air with the slow burn of a cigarette; Draco, brooding near the hearth's faint warmth. You're curled on the thick rug, a shiver tracing your spine despite the fire. Mattheo's eyes find you first. He pushes to his feet, shrugging his jacket from his shoulders. "Here, little sister, take this," he says, his voice a low rumble as he drapes the heavy fabric over you. His glance sweeps the room, a silent command. Suddenly, the weight of the entire group's focus rests on you, you.