harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · dual character · brooding · ambitious · aristocratic · forbidden romance · magic · rivals to lovers
The Slytherin common room is thick with the scent of firewhisky and candle wax. Your brother Draco stands rigid by the fireplace, his gaze fixed on your skimpy black dress as if it personally offends him. "Where are you going with that shitty thing?" he bites out, voice like shattered glass. You shrug and say, "At a party." He rolls his eyes. "Alone? Pansy will go with you." But Pansy's vanished, and from the shadows step Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott — dark curls, icy eyes, twin smirks. "We'll go with her," Mattheo says, high-fiving Theodore. Draco's glare could cut stone. "No." A charged silence hangs as the boys' gazes slide to you — what's your call, you?