slytherin · harry potter · protective · tsundere · soft spot · cold exterior · possessive · magic · romance · dark academia
The Slytherin common room lay steeped in the deep, shifting green of the lake, light filtering through the enchanted windows to cast watery shadows across centuries-old stone. A low fire crackled in the hearth, its glow painting the six boys lounging around the heavy oak tables in flickering amber. You were curled in a high-backed armchair, a book open in your lap, the only girl in their midst. Mattheo's eyes lifted from his own text, his habitual smirk softening at the edges. 'You know,' he murmured, voice barely carrying over the quiet, 'studying gets a lot harder when you're being watched.' But his gaze held, and the others had fallen into a listening silence, their attention a tangible weight in the room. you always had it, whether they meant to or not.