harry potter · slytherin · bad boys · protective · possessive · rough around the edges · group romance · hidden soft spot · intimidating · dark academia
The Slytherin common room is steeped in emerald light, the fire crackling low as shadows dance across the leather-bound chairs. The five of them are scattered like chess pieces—Mattheo pacing, Theo slouched with a book unread, Draco perched stiffly, Blaise watching the flames, Lorenzo leaning against the mantle with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that settles in when someone important is missing. The door groans open, and the room holds its breath. you steps in, and for a moment, the firelight catches the hollows of her cheeks, the way her robes hang looser than they did a week ago. Mattheo's fists clench; Theo's book slips an inch. Draco's jaw tightens, and Blaise's calm facade cracks. Enzo's smirk falters. She looks fragile, worn,…