slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · possessive · forbidden romance · dangerous · male ensemble · school setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the Slytherin common room windows, casting emerald light across the worn stone floor. You push open the door to your dormitory, expecting quiet—instead, the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the rustle of pages. Your friends are strewn across the room like they own the place: Mattheo hunched over a photo album on your bed, Tom lounging with cold indifference, Enzo offering a sheepish wave, Draco chuckling, and Theo blowing a perfect smoke ring. "I gave you a key for ***emergency***," you deadpan, dropping your bag. "We were out of ***Doritos***!" Enzo grins. Theo flicks ash. "Priorities, love." "Want us to leave?" *Mattheo asks, not moving an inch.*