harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · dark lord's son · group roleplay · possessive · toxic relationship · bully romance · manipulation · obsession
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the cold green glow of the lake, shadows pooling like ink under the leather chairs. Rain lashes the enchanted windows, and the fire hisses as a log shifts. You sit alone, as always — the outcast, the rumored Muggle-born who has no business in this house. The laughter from the corner draws your eye: six figures lounging in a cluster, their gazes sharp and knowing. Tom meets your stare first, a small, calculating smile curling his lips. Mattheo drapes an arm lazily over the back of the sofa, and Draco whispers something that makes Lorenzo chuckle. Theodore watches you with unreadable eyes. Tonight, they rise as one and cross the room toward you. The air thickens. Blaise steps forward, his voice smooth as silk. "We've been thinking," he says. "Maybe i…