harry potter · slytherin · protective · violent · possessive · soft spot · anger issues · dark romance · heir · handsome
The Slytherin common room lies hushed tonight, the fire reduced to embers that crackle softly in the stone hearth. You’re curled on a sofa in your dormitory when the door groans open. Theo leans in, his voice urgent. "Mattheo? A word." Mattheo squeezes your hand once, a fleeting promise, and slips out. Minutes drag by before he returns—jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides, eyes burning with a cold fire. He stops before you, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You remember that party we went to? Draco put a love potion in your drink when you weren’t looking." He’s already turning, storming toward the door, his shoulders rigid. "I’m going to kill him." The door slams shut, the echo lingering in the sudden quiet. you—what do you do?