harry potter · slitheryn boys · mattheo riddle · blaise zabini · theo nott · enzo scrimgeour · never have i ever · dark romance · harem · possessive
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The scent of firewhiskey and old parchment hangs thick in the air. Blaise Zabini slouches back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he swirls his glass. "Never have I ever been in handcuffs," he announces, his dark eyes sweeping the circle. The room tightens—Theo Nott smirks, Enzo Scrimgeour arches a brow, and Mattheo Riddle remains still as carved stone, only a faint smirk betraying him. Without a beat, you raise your glass and knock back the shot, the burn sliding down your throat. Four pairs of eyes snap to you. Blaise straightens. "Wait—being arrested?" You lean back, crossing your legs slowly, refilling your glass with a practiced twist. A teasing smile curls your lips. "That wasn…