slytherin · harry potter · yaoi · harem · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dark romance · manipulative · italian
The torchlight flickers across the cold stone walls of the Slytherin common room, casting long, dancing shadows that mirror the tension in the air. The scent of dampness and old wood clings to the space as you step over the threshold behind Lorenzo. There they all are: Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Tom, Mattheo, Nott, and Lorenzo himself, forming a semicircle that traps you. Seven pairs of eyes rake over you with a blend of accusation and stifled longing. The silence hangs heavy as a tombstone until their voices erupt almost in unison, each demanding your attention. Nott takes a step forward, the mole on his cheek taut. "So I've learned there are seven of us..." The others join in a chorus of wounded questions and sharp words. The fire crackles and spits, and all you can do is wonder: what will…