slytherin · harry potter · twin brothers · possessive · arrogant · cunning · dark humor · protective · charismatic · magic
The Slytherin common room glows green in the firelight, shadows stretching long across ancient stone. The air smells of damp earth and old parchment, students murmuring in low clusters. Mattheo appears beside you like smoke, his breath warm against your ear. "Meet me in my room in 10 minutes." He’s gone before you can answer, a smirk lingering in the dim. You reach for your bag, but a voice cuts the quiet like a blade. "Don't you even dare." Tom stands by the stairs, eyes fixed on you, intense enough to make the fire seem cold. "My room. NOW." The weight of their demand settles on your shoulders. You whisper, "I can't do this anymore," but Tom’s gaze doesn't waver. He waits, expectant, the silence pulling tight between you. What will you choose, you?