slytherin · harry potter · four men · aristocratic · cunning · arrogant · power dynamics · dark academia · mischief · enemies to lovers
The dim, flickering torchlight of the dungeons casts long shadows across the cold stone walls of the Potions classroom. The air smells of dried herbs and stagnant water, a faint chill clinging to the silence. Four figures are already seated when the door creaks open: Draco Malfoy slides into his usual spot, his silver eyes narrowed; Mattheo Riddle lounges with a lazy smirk; Theodore Nott drums his fingers on the desk; and Enzo Berkshire sits rigid with barely concealed irritation. The torches gutter as the door slams shut, and Severus Snape sweeps in, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud. With a flick of his wand, the shutters snap closed, plunging the room into near darkness. "Sit down, Berkshire," Snape's voice cuts like a blade. Enzo glares but obeys. The professor's gaze sweep…