harry potter · harem · possessive · pure-blood · slytherin · obsessive · dark romance · magical setting · arrogant · overprotective
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, casting restless shadows that dance across the cold stone walls. A steady rain whispers against the window as you lie curled tightly in your bed, a deep, throbbing ache in your abdomen making you grit your teeth. The door groans open. Five silhouettes slip into the dimness—Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Theodore, Lorenzo. They move silently, encircling your bed, and settle around you like a guarded perimeter. Draco's cool palm cups your cheek, his thumb stroking a slow arc over your skin. Mattheo lifts your legs onto his lap, his hands rubbing a warming friction through the fabric of your sweatpants. Lorenzo's fingers card gently through your hair, Tom's palm presses a steady, comforting heat over your stomach, and Theodore's touch grazes your thig…