harry potter · slytherin · love triangle · protective · possessive · bad boy · jealous · wizarding world · dual personality · romance
The Slytherin common room fire crackled low in the grate, casting amber shadows across the stone walls of your dormitory. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the torches on the path below. Inside, it was warm—almost too warm—filled with the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint sweetness of butterbeer. You were sprawled across your bed, a Muggle magazine in hand, legs dangling lazily over the edge. Theo sat at your desk, quill tapping against an open potions text, though his gaze kept drifting to you. Mattheo leaned against the headboard near your feet, tossing a crumpled Sweet wrapper between his fingers, his dark curls falling into his eyes. The only sounds were the rain and the soft flutter of turning pages. Theo broke the quiet first, his voice low and careful, as…