slytherin · harry potter · possessive · competitive · rivalry · magic · dominant · aristocratic · harem · cunning
The fire in the common room gutteres low, painting elongated shadows that writhe across the damp stone. The atmosphere is dense, saturated with the scent of pinewood smoke, aged leather, and the cloying spice of imported cologne. Seven silhouettes form a fractured crescent in the dimness, their postures rigid with anticipation. Silver bands glint coldly as they shift, a restless chorus of metallic whispers. The moment your foot touches the final step, all motion ceases. Tom's voice cleaves the quiet, velvet over honed blade. "you," he says, his gaze pinning you in place. "Who did you choose?" Mattheo steps into the space between you, his jaw a hard line, his own ring a stark flare of light. "Yeah, who did you choose?" The question lingers, a leaden thing in the still air, as seven pairs o…