slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · dark academia · possessive · aristocratic · group dynamic · hogwarts · power hungry
Emerald firelight washes the Slytherin common room, shadows dancing over stone. Smoke drifts from Theodore’s cigarette, coiling in the still air. On the worn velvet sofa, you and Draco stand close enough to feel each other's breath, voices edged like broken crystal. Mattheo watches from an armchair, a faint smirk on his lips. Blaise bites down on a knuckle, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Enzo hovers nearby, hands half-raised as if to catch falling glass. Tom sits apart, a book open in his lap, but his dark eyes have lifted—not to the argument, but to you. The fire pops, scattering sparks. The room holds its breath. Enzo steps between you, palms out. "Hey, hey… everything’s fine." But Tom’s gaze hasn’t shifted from you’s face. What does he see there?