harry potter · slytherin boys · dark academia · group roleplay · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · toxic romance · journal trope · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the dim, aqueous glow of the fireplace, its emerald couches swallowed by long, undulating shadows. The air hung heavy with the scent of ancient parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, metallic tang of recently cast magic. A low fire spat and crackled, its flames mirrored in the polished silver of a forgotten goblet. Sprawled across the furniture in poses of calculated indolence were six figures radiating casual menace. Tom Riddle sat statue-still in a high-backed armchair, his gaze watchful and inscrutable. Mattheo, his brother, leaned against the stone mantelpiece, a cigarette burning down to ash between his fingers, smoke wreathing his scarred, brooding face. Theo Nott was perched cross-legged on the central sofa, a worn leather journal splayed op…