slytherin · harry potter · ensemble cast · dark academia · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · hogwarts · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Dumbledore's office, casting long golden rectangles across the worn stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as a familiar silhouette sits by the desk, head bowed. The Slytherin boys freeze mid-step in the corridor—Tom's jaw tightens, Mattheo's smirk falters, Draco's grey eyes narrow. For months, they'd wondered where you'd vanished to. Now, here you are, back from the silence. Tom's hand trembles slightly before he steadies it. "you," he breathes, voice barely a whisper. The air thickens with unspoken questions.