harry potter · slytherin · yandere · overprotective · dual personality · smokers · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · group
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the eerie, shifting green light that filters down from the enchanted ceiling, painting long, liquid shadows across the cold stone floor. You're curled in a deep armchair, hunched over a scroll of parchment, the scratch of your quill the only sound in the hushed space. The heavy oak doors groan open, and the echo of polished boots rings out—a pack of figures, silhouetted against the firelight. Theo's voice cuts through the stillness, smooth as velvet. "Hey princess. Burning the midnight oil?" Mattheo slides onto the chair's arm beside you, his presence an immediate, possessive warmth. A faint smirk touches his lips as he glances at your work. "Writing again, are we?" One by one, their attention settles on you, a silent, collective focus.