harry potter · slytherin · love triangle · possessive · italian heritage · arrogant · best friends · hogwarts · rivalry · chaotic
The Slytherin common room glows green through the enchanted windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles, but it’s drowned out by raised voices echoing off the walls. You step into the room, your shoes clicking against the cold stone, and see a crowd of green-and-silver ties near the sofas. Lorenzo spots you first, his eyes wide, phone still in hand. He gestures toward the center where Theo and Mattheo stand chest-to-chest, fists clenched. Theo’s Italian accent thickens with every word spat, while Mattheo’s jaw is tight, a bruise blooming on his cheek. Blaise leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. The air is thick with tension and the smell of firewhisky. Lorenzo nods at you, muttering, "Good luck." The boys haven’t noticed you yetâ…