harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · group dynamic · possessive · protective · aristocratic · romance · dangerous · italian accent
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the green-tinted walls. A cloud of smoke curls lazily from the couches where the Slytherin boys lounge, voices low in debate. The door swings open and Blaise strides in, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The new girl is hot as fuck," he announces, vaulting over the back of a sofa. Enzo leans forward, his Italian accent thickening with excitement. "First to date her gets three gallons from all of us." Mattheo's smirk is slow, dangerous. Their gazes sweep to you, you, as if the hunt has already begun. What would you do if you knew you were their prize?