slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · dual personality · dominant · player · sweet · mean · black book · romance
The heavy oak door groans shut behind you, sealing you into the shadowy, shared quarters of the Slytherin boys. Dust motes swirl in a single blade of light piercing the gloom. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as your gaze sweeps the cluttered nightstand, searching for your missing tie. Instead, your fingers graze cool, worn leather. A black book. Curiosity overrides every warning. You crack it open, the pages sighing with hidden truths. Abruptly, a shadow falls over you. Enzo fills the doorway, his eyes narrowing to slits, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “What are you doing here?” The very air turns to ice.