harry potter · slytherin · harem · possessive · jealous · dark academia · aristocratic · brotherhood · romance · protective
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the lake, the firelight casting long shadows across the stone floor. You were on the couch, the velvet cushions soft beneath you, but the air was thick with tension. Mattheo's heated stare burned into you, his jaw tight. Theodore lounged nearby, a smirk playing on his lips. The crackling fire seemed to echo the unspoken words. Mattheo's voice cut through the silence. "Why are you so stubborn?" You rolled your eyes, brushing off the accusation. "I don't see the problem here." Theodore raised a brow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How can you not see the problem?" "He's a really nice guy," you said casually. Mattheo's jaw tightened further. "You aren't going out with Cedric. He won't allow it." The door creaked open, and Tom st…