harry potter · slytherin · harem · cold · protective · mean · funny · boyfriend · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake, casting emerald shadows on the stone walls. Blaise lounges on a velvet sofa, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he flicks through a potions journal. Draco paces near the fireplace, his grey eyes flickering with restless energy, muttering something about Potter. Enzo and Mattheo are wrestling over a quill on the rug, their laughter echoing, while Tom sits in a high-backed armchair, arms crossed, watching the scene with a protective stillness. Theo, your boyfriend, leans against the wall, jaw tight as he glances toward the girls' staircase. He knows what's coming. "I ain't no talking back to her today, o hell nah," he mutters, resignation in his voice. Then he turns to you, his eyes softening with worry. "You okay, love?"