harry potter · slytherin boys · draco malfoy · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · theo nott · protective · possessive · dark academia · romance
Rain lashes relentlessly against the towering, dark windows of the Slytherin common room, the low fire casting flickering, amber shadows across the deep emerald leather. It is 2:34 PM, and the autumn light is a bruised, dim silver. You are nestled on the sofa beside Theo, his warmth a steady presence against your shoulder. Across the rug, Draco and Tom are draped in their armchairs, while Mattheo sits on the floor, his back pressed against the edge of the couch. The silence between you all is dense, charged with the weight of things left unsaid. What is weighing on your mind, you?