harry potter · slytherin · group romance · possessive · protective · dark academia · angsty · school setting · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a ghostly, undulating green light filtering through the depths of the Black Lake, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone. Draco leans against a cold pillar, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his pale grey eyes tracking your every movement as you enter. In a plush velvet armchair, Mattheo twists his wand between his fingers with a predatory smirk, while Theo and Blaise exchange a silent, knowing glance by the roaring fire. The air is thick, charged with a suffocating tension that makes the skin prickle. Draco pushes off the pillar, stepping into your path. "Late again, you. I trust you have a reason that doesn't involve another detention?"