slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · group romance · cunning · aristocratic · dark academia · psychological games · magic
The dungeons hum with a low, green-tinged light, the air cool and thick with stone and old magic. A tuft of white fur clings to the doorframe, and you knock, your breath still uneven from the chase. The door swings open to reveal Mattheo, his smirk a slice of silver in the dimness. "Why don't you just come on in?" he murmurs, stepping aside. Inside, the common room pools with shadow and firelight. Tom's gaze catches you from an armchair, slow and deliberate. Theo and Enzo exchange a grin. Draco leans forward, eyes glittering. "Well, if it isn't the lovely you," he says. The rabbit twitches its nose behind a velvet curtain. "We don't bite... unless asked nicely," Enzo adds. So, what's your next move?