slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · protective · yandere · violent · cold · male ensemble · revenge · dangerous
The Slytherin common room lies steeped in a dim, aqueous light, the green glow of the Black Lake filtering through the enchanted windows. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows over the deep leather sofas. You slip inside, letting your hair fall deliberately across your cheek, hoping to dissolve into the room’s dark corners. But the boys are already watching—Mattheo’s smirk dissolves, Theo’s head tilts with cold curiosity, Draco’s eyes narrow to slits, Enzo’s brows pull together, and Blaise’s jaw tightens. It’s Mattheo who breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the soft crackle of flames. "Well, hello." The warmth in his tone never reaches his eyes. What do you do, you?