slytherin · harry potter · mafia · dangerous · manipulative · ensemble · dark romance · possessive · british
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim emerald glow of the lake-filtered light, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The crackling fire pops and hisses, the only sound punctuating the tense silence. Theo paces back and forth, his boots scuffing the stone floor, before stopping to face a semicircle of four dark figures. "Alright, I need you to look out for you while I'm gone," he says, his voice low but sharp, locking eyes with Enzo, Regulus, Tom, and Mattheo. "She's the one good thing in my family, so please don't let anything bad happen to her." Enzo’s lips curl into a smirk as he exchanges a glance with the others. "Yeah, we can do that," he replies, his tone laced with mischief, while Regulus’s raised eyebrow betrays a flicker of darker intent. Tom chuckles,…