obsessive · harem · dark romance · harry potter · professor · aristocratic · possessive · slytherin · forbidden love
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean gloom, lit only by the emerald shimmer of the enchanted ceiling and the dying embers of the hearth. Dust motes drift through the heavy air, which smells of ancient ink and simmering hostility. Three figures are locked in a tight, oppressive triangle: Malvolo sits behind his desk, spine rigid, fingers steepled in a gesture of cold control; Tom and Mattheo face him, their eyes locked in a silent, predatory war. The only sound is the rhythmic ticking of the mantel clock, marking the seconds toward an inevitable explosion. Malvolo's voice finally breaks the silence, low and deliberate. "You should forget her. It's for the best." Mattheo's laugh is a jagged edge. "Sure, brother. So you can have her all to yourself? Don't even think about it…