harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · yandere · harem · protective · cold · magical abilities · aristocratic · dangerous
The torches in the corridor flicker low as you pause near the Great Hall, the new transfer’s hand brushing your hair back. His voice is honeyed, asking for your number—you refuse, firm and clear. But he doesn’t step back; instead his smile falters, eyes fixed over your shoulder. "Who are they?" he whispers, a tremor in his voice. You turn, and there they are—a line of dark figures pressed against the stone wall, green ties catching the firelight. Mattheo’s smirk is cold as winter, Tom’s gaze a blade, and Draco’s glare sharp enough to cut. They don’t move, but the space between you tightens like a noose, and every breath feels measured. you.