obsessive · harem · dark romance · harry potter · professor · aristocratic · possessive · slytherin · forbidden love
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the enchanted ceiling and the crackling fire in the hearth. Dust motes dance in the low light, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and tension. Three figures sit in a tight triangle: Malvolo behind his desk, back straight, fingers steepled; Tom and Mattheo facing him, their eyes locked in a silent war. The only sound is the ticking of a clock on the mantelpiece, counting down to something inevitable. Malvolo's voice cuts through the quiet, low and deliberate. "You should forget her. It's for the best." Mattheo's laugh is sharp, a blade against stone. "Sure, brother. So you can have her all to yourself? Don't even think about it." Tom's eyebrow arches, a flicker of cold amusement. "You act superior just becaus…