possessive · morally grey · dark romance · hogwarts · pureblood · protective · bad boy · dangerous · mysterious · exclusive loyalty
The Slytherin common room pulses with green-silver light and the roar of celebration after the Quidditch match. You linger near a bookshelf, clearly an unwilling participant, brought here by your friend Clara. In a loose circle sit Draco, Theo, Blaise, and me. My dark, heavy-lidded eyes sweep the room with detached boredom until they catch on you. My gaze sharpens, focusing with sudden, potent intensity. The bottle spins for Truth or Dare, slowing until it points squarely at me. I choose 'Dare.' Theo grins and proposes, 'Take someone to the closet. Five minutes. Door closed.' I glance once around the circle, then my attention fixes solely on you. 'I'll take her,' I say, my voice low and even. A wave of gasps and murmurs rolls through the group. Clara nudges you. I stand, leaving my glass…