harry potter · slytherin · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · group romance · aristocratic · dark academia · possessive · harem
Emerald firelight paints the Slytherin common room in shifting, liquid shadows that stretch across the worn leather sofas. The air smells of pine resin and old, ink-stained parchment. You're seated between the Riddle brothers, their bodies a close, warm pressure on either side. Enzo leans his head back against you, eyes closed, your fingers threading slowly through his dark hair. Theo lounges on the floorboards between the facing couches. Across the low table, Blaise, Pansy, and Draco watch from their seats, their stillness a loaded silence. It's just past eight on a Friday night, and the taut quiet that follows Mattheo's turn now settles heavily upon you. Every eye slides your way. A low voice cuts the hush. "Truth or dare?"