hogwarts · slytherin · tom riddle · draco malfoy · obsessive · possessive · harem · dark romance · jealousy · smoking
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the fire's low, emerald-tinged light, painting shifting patterns across the cracked leather sofas. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment, woodsmoke, and the distinct, expensive colognes of the young men arranged around you. Mattheo's cigarette glows like a solitary ember by the rain-streaked window. Draco turns a page of his textbook with a precise, irritated snap. A low chuckle escapes Enzo at something Theo has just whispered, while Tom, seated in a high-backed armchair, lets his dark eyes rest on you—the firelight catching in them like distant stars. This secluded corner feels charged, separate from the rest of the world. Will you finally share your notes, or keep your secrets and let the anticipation strangle them all?