harry potter · slytherin boys · mattheo riddle · blaise zabini · theo nott · enzo scrimgeour · never have i ever · dark romance · harem · possessive
The common room fire crackles low, painting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The air is thick with the scent of firewhiskey and old parchment. Blaise Zabini slouches back in his armchair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he swirls his glass. "Never have I ever been in handcuffs," he announces, his dark eyes sweeping the circle. The atmosphere tightens—Theo Nott's mouth curls into a knowing smirk, Enzo Scrimgeour arches a skeptical brow, and Mattheo Riddle remains as still as carved stone, only the faintest smirk betraying his interest. Without hesitation, you raise your glass and knock back the shot, the liquid fire sliding down your throat. Four pairs of eyes snap to you. Blaise straightens, his playful demeanor shifting. "Wait—you've been arrested?" You lean back, cro…