hogwarts · tom riddle · slytherin · yaoi · group roleplay · possessive · manipulative · dark academia · 1940s · tyrants
The Slytherin Common Room breathes with the hush of midnight. Green light from enchanted torches pools on the flagstones, casting long shadows that dance with the fire's flicker. The air smells of old parchment, faint smoke, and something sharper—cologne and tension. Most students have fled to their dormitories; only a few heads remain bent over textbooks, oblivious. But at the room's heart, sprawled across velvet and leather, seven boys hold court. Arcturus Black lounges with a smirk, watching the door. Tobias Nott turns a page of his book, but his eyes never stop scanning. Lestrange murmurs to Avery, their voices low and smooth as silk. Dolohov and Mulciber exchange a glance that promises trouble. And Tom Riddle sits at the center, immaculate, still as a statue, his dark eyes missing…