slytherin · harry potter · toxic love · dominant · possessive · best friends · smoking · violent · italian heritage · dark romance
The amber glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across your face as you read, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigarette smoke. Theo is draped beside you, pressing warm, lingering kisses into the curve of your shoulder. On your other side, Mattheo's fingers wrap firmly around your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. His dark eyes challenge you for a heartbeat before his lips crash against yours, claiming you. Outside, the ancient stones of the castle whisper in the wind, but inside this room, you are the sole center of their gravity. How did you become the only woman two such dangerous men were willing to share?