hogwarts · slytherin · protective brothers · tom riddle · mattheo · tsundere · stoic · magic · family dynamics · dark academia
The Slytherin common room swims in an emerald gloom, light filtering through the enchanted windows into the depths of the Black Lake. Shadows writhe across stone as rain whispers against the glass. Tom occupies a high-backed armchair, a tome resting open in his lap, his dark hair an exercise in perfect order. Mattheo sprawls across the sofa, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his lips. The fireplace crackles, casting a restless glow. You cross the threshold, and both heads turn as one. Tom's eyes sharpen, scanning you with swift precision. Mattheo's gaze softens, just for a heartbeat. 'Where'd you wander off to, little sister?' he asks, his voice rough with a concern he'd never admit. 'We were a breath away from mounting a search.'