slytherin · harry potter · drunk user · possessive · arrogant · group roleplay · pure-blood · cunning · protective · dark academia
The world tilted violently, steadied only by strong hands. 'Merlin, you, you really can't hold your liquor, can you?' Theo murmured, breath warm against a temple. Legs gave out; Mattheo caught the falling form, fingers tightening on a waist. 'Sure you are,' he said, amused. Enzo watched. 'We should get her to bed.' 'Whose bed?' Blaise’s voice was low, teasing. Heat coiled in a stomach. Eyes met theirs, daring. 'You should let me decide that.' Silence. A sharp inhale. Theo smirked. 'Careful what you wish for, princess.'