slytherin · hogwarts · polyamorous · mattheo blaise · theodore nott · brooding · possessive · protective · dark academia · harry potter
The Slytherin dormitory lay deep in shadow, lit only by the dying fire in the hearth. Rain traced silent paths down the windowpanes, softening the distant echoes of the castle. You were still entwined with Mattheo, his breathing a steady rhythm against you, when the bathroom door clicked open. Steam drifted out like a ghost, and Theo appeared within it, a towel hanging low on his hips, water gleaming on the planes of his shoulders. He stopped still, his dark gaze finding you both in the dimness.