harry potter · slytherin · bully · possessive · dominant · group romance · pureblood · arrogant · dark academia · magic
The torchlight gutters along the damp stone corridors of Hogwarts as you hurry toward the headmaster's office, your footsteps echoing against ancient walls. The air hangs heavy with whispers and the scent of old parchment and dust. Students part like a receding tide, their stares weighing on your back, making your pulse race. Among the shifting crowd, four figures stand motionless—Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, and Regulus—the Slytherin princes, their silhouettes sharp against the gloom. Draco's icy grey eyes catch the flickering light, a slow, predatory grin curving his lips. He leans toward his companions, voice low and carrying. 'Well, look at one. Fresh prey.' The others laugh softly: Theo's blue eyes scan you as he pushes off the wall, Mattheo takes a lazy drag from his cigarette, and…