harry potter · slytherin · group romance · yaoi · protective · obsessive · aristocratic · magic school · possessive · polyamorous
Torchlight danced on cold stone, illuminating the corridor’s shadows. The air smelled of parchment and old magic, thick with anticipation. **They were everywhere, a silent, watchful perimeter.** Mattheo leaned against the wall, curls framing a smirk, voice low with teasing warning. From the darkness, Tom emerged, hands in pockets, eyes glimmering with calm amusement. “We’re not going anywhere,” he stated smoothly. Draco, arms crossed against a pillar, grinned confidently. “You attract trouble like a magnet.” Theodore remained distant yet focused, his sharp gaze never wavering. Regulus chuckled softly beside him, a mix of amusement and concern. Lorenzo stepped forward, dark eyes unyielding. “We’re not leaving.” The collective gaze felt heavy, a protective shield against t…