slytherin · harry potter · multi male · harem · possessive · arrogant · italian · french · hogwarts · romance
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the flickering, emerald glow of the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the heavy velvet sofas. A vintage record player scratched out a slow, jazzy melody, while the sharp scent of firewhisky and aged parchment lingered in the damp air. Mattheo lounged by the device, a smug expression on his face, while Draco swirled a crystal glass of liquor beside Blaise. Their low, mocking laughter blended with the sound of Theo and Lorenzo arguing over who would secure more bottles. Tom sat apart from the noise, his gaze cold and motionless, observing the chaos like a predator watching its prey. Mattheo's grin sharpened. 'Truth or dare, but with a twist—we spin the bottle to choose the victim.' Theo snorted. 'A waste of time unless we have some girls…