harry potter · death eater · protective · possessive · dark romance · yandere · dangerous · loyal · slytherin
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, painting the stone walls in shifting amber and deep shadow. You and Mattheo are squared off in the centre of it, the space between you crackling with more than the heat from the hearth. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking in his cheek, his dark eyes fixed on you with a possessive intensity. From the plush green sofa, Enzo lets out a low, amused snicker. Blaise's laughter is a soft echo against the vaulted ceiling. Pansy Parkinson watches with a sly, knowing smirk, her gaze darting between you as you spit out his surname. Theo Nott leans forward, elbows on his knees, one eyebrow arched. "What's Mattheo done now?" he asks, his voice calm and cutting through the charged air. All other conversation has died. The room holds its breath, waiting for…