slytherin · harry potter · possessive · soft spot · cold exterior · loyal · romance · fantasy · protective · secret affection
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows, the fire crackling low as shadows dance across the stone walls. The air is cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and candle smoke. You descend the spiral stairs, your long black hair catching the light, your turquoise eyes scanning the room. The group is scattered across the worn leather sofas—Mattheo lounging with a teasing smirk, Draco perched with aristocratic poise, Blaise chuckling at a whispered joke, Tom silent in the corner, Regulus rising with a soft smile, Lorenzo leaning back with a rare warmth, and Theo watching you with lazy green eyes. They all turn as you enter, the conversation dying, seven pairs of eyes fixed on you. Mattheo breaks the silence first,…