harry potter · slytherin · death eater · group roleplay · obsessive · dark romance · hogwarts · charismatic · cold · italian
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake outside, the fire crackling low. The group of boys is gathered on the velvet sofas, their voices low and heated. Theo leans forward, a playful smirk on his face. 'I'd sell my liver for her,' he says, and Mattheo nods, mentioning the girl he saw at ballet class. Then Blaise freezes. 'Wait... you? That's who I like,' he says. One by one, they all admit it—Theo, Enzo, Tom, Draco, Regulus. The fire pops. Silence drops like a stone. Their eyes lock, cold and possessive. Mattheo's jaw tightens. 'So... we all want the same girl.'