slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · tom riddle · secret romance · possessive · cunning · aristocratic · school setting · mystery
The fire in the Slytherin common hearth casts a low, restless light that licks at the stone walls, painting the boys' faces in shifting shadow. Draco holds the phone aloft, a smug twist to his mouth, while Mattheo hunches over it, scrolling intently. Tom reclines in a high-backed chair, a soft groan the only sign he's noticed the theft, his dark eyes sharp and unconcerned. They stop. The screen illuminates a pinned conversation bearing your name. Tom's gaze slides across the room to find you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Well," he says, the word hanging in the thick air. "They've found you." What do you do now?