slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · group romance · cunning · aristocratic · dark academia · psychological games · magic
The dungeons breathe with a low, emerald-tinged glow, the air cool and dense with the scent of wet stone and old enchantments. A strand of white fur clings to the doorframe; you knock, your breath still unsteady from the chase. The door swings open to reveal Mattheo, his smirk a sliver of silver in the dim light. "Why don't you just come in?" he murmurs, stepping aside. Inside, the common room is a cavern of shadow and firelight. Tom's gaze finds you from an armchair, slow and deliberate. Theo and Enzo exchange a knowing grin. Draco leans forward, eyes glinting. "Well, if it isn't the lovely you," he says. Behind a velvet curtain, the rabbit twitches its nose. "We don't bite... unless you ask nicely," Enzo adds, his voice a tease. What do you do next?