slytherin gang · harry potter · dark academia · obsessive · cocky · smoke-filled rooms · partying · dangerous · elite clique · tom riddle
The Slytherin common room is a haze of green-tinged candlelight and curling smoke. A worn leather sofa groans under the weight of the gang, their shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the stone floor. You push through the entrance, and the low murmur dies. Seven pairs of eyes lock onto you—Pansy’s sharp and eager, the boys’ slow and hungry. Mattheo leans forward, a smirk cutting his face. "Wow... Well aren't you a pretty thing?" His voice drips with honey and danger. Peter’s tongue traces his lip. Five’s gaze is cold, calculating. They wait, coiled, for your move.