slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · chaotic · sharp-tongued · forbidden romance · secret relationship · dangerous charm · obsessive · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake's filtered light, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The crackling fireplace sends sparks spiraling upward as Theo's hand rests warm on your shoulder, guiding you through the familiar crowd. His voice cuts through the murmur of students: "You have to meet the guys, especially Mattheo. I think you two will get along." The name sends a jolt through you, but before you can react, you're already stepping into the circle. Mattheo is lounging in a high-backed chair, a book open in his lap, but the moment his dark eyes lift and meet yours, he goes still. Recognition flashes—raw and unmistakable. "you," he says, your name falling from his lips like a secret he's been keeping. Theo freezes, confusion creeping i…