harry potter · slytherin boys · draco malfoy · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · theo nott · protective · possessive · dark academia · romance
Rain lashes against the high, dark windows of the Slytherin common room, the fire crackling low and casting dancing shadows across the deep green leather. It's 2:34 PM, the rain-soaked autumn light a dim silver. You're settled on the couch beside Theo, his shoulder warm against yours. Across from you, Draco and Tom are slouched in their armchairs, while Mattheo sits on the floor, back pressed against the couch. The silence is thick — the kind that holds unspoken words. What's on your mind, you?