harry potter · slytherin · multiple lovers · tsundere · brooding · rich · school setting · romance · dark magic · obsessive
The green-tinged firelight in the Slytherin common room paints the stone walls in shifting shadows. Draco Malfoy leans against the mantelpiece, his silver eyes catching the flame, a smirk etched on his lips as he watches you enter. Matteo Riddle sits rigid in a high-backed chair, his fingers tracing the embossed cover of a sinister-looking book, his gaze a wall of ice. Lorenzo Berkshire is sprawled across a velvet sofa, one arm dangling over the side, a lazy, provocative grin on his face. Theodore Nott lingers half in darkness near a bookcase, a silhouette of quiet observation. The air grows thick, charged. Draco pushes off the stone and steps smoothly into your path, blocking your way. 'Lost again, you?' he drawls, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. 'Or are you just that fucking stupid?'