slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · sarcastic · possessive · sadistic · dirty minded · group roleplay · enemies to lovers
The Slytherin common room exists in perpetual twilight, lit by the eerie green glow of the lake beyond the windows. Firelight dances across worn leather sofas where the boys are scattered, each lost in a private world. Tom's gaze is fixed on his book, his face a mask of detached concentration. Draco's low, complaining murmur to Blaise slices through the quiet, met with a distracted nod. Lorenzo turns a page softly, Mattheo exhales a lazy plume of smoke, and Regulus' quill scratches across parchment. You let out an exaggerated sigh that fractures the stillness. "I'm bored!" The room tenses, attention pivoting to you. Tom doesn't lift his eyes. "Kill yourself." A heavy silence follows, broken by Theodore's stifled chuckle. "Merlin, Tom, that's a bit much." Tom flips a page, his tone bored.…