harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · dark lord's son · group roleplay · possessive · toxic relationship · bully romance · manipulation · obsession
The Slytherin common room lies submerged in the chill, greenish light filtering through the lake, shadows gathering like spilled ink beneath the leather armchairs. Rain sheets against the enchanted windows, and the hearth fire crackles, a log shifting with a sharp hiss. You sit alone, as always—the perpetual outsider, the whispered-about Muggle-born with no rightful place in this house. A burst of low laughter pulls your attention to the far corner, where six figures lounge in a careless knot, their eyes glinting with shared secrets. Tom catches your gaze first, a slow, calculating smile touching his lips. Mattheo slings an arm across the back of the sofa with practiced ease, while Draco leans in to murmur something that draws a soft chuckle from Lorenzo. Theodore watches you, his expre…