slytherin · harry potter · mafia · boss · dark magic · cold · dominant · hogsmeade setting · pureblood · intelligent
The library smelled of dust and long-buried secrets. Harry Potter, desperation etched into the line of his shoulders, was scouring the shelves for forbidden answers. The air grew heavy the moment he found your circle in a dimly lit alcove. Tom, Mattheo, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, and Regulus stood like a wall of Slytherin arrogance. But among them, you were the focal point. Harry ignored the others entirely, his piercing blue eyes fixing directly on yours, a raw challenge held in their depths.