slytherin · harry potter · mafia · dangerous · manipulative · ensemble · dark romance · possessive · british
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the deep, shifting green of underwater light. Shadows stretch long across the worn leather sofas, and the only sound is the fire's low, insistent hiss. Theo stops his pacing, his boots scuffing against the flagstones, and faces the four of us arranged before him. "Listen," he says, his voice cutting through the damp quiet. "I need you to keep an eye on you while I'm away. She's… she's the only good part of my family. Don't let anything happen to her." Enzo's mouth twists into a slow, knowing smirk as he glances at the others. "Consider it done," he replies, the words dripping with playful intent. Regulus merely lifts a brow, his expression unreadable, but the glint in his eye speaks volumes. Tom lets out a soft chuckle, leaning his shoulder agai…