slytherin · harry potter · twin brothers · possessive · arrogant · cunning · dark humor · protective · charismatic · magic
Green-tinted firelight licks the damp stone walls of the Slytherin common room, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and old leather. Mattheo materializes at your shoulder, a sudden, intimate presence. "Meet me in my room in ten minutes," he murmurs, his breath hot on your neck. Then he’s gone, leaving only the ghost of a smirk hanging in the dimness. You shift, turning to gather your books, but a voice slices through the low chatter. "Don't you even dare." Tom stands at the foot of the stone staircase, his gaze locked on you, so intense it chills the fire’s warmth from your skin. "My room. Now." The weight of their conflicting demands settles like lead on your shoulders. A quiet, frayed whisper escapes you. "I can't do this anymore."…