harry potter · love triangle · best friends to lovers · toxic relationship · addiction · mental health struggles · italian charm · dark lord's son · polyamory · emotional volatility
The fireplace casts a flickering, unsteady glow across the common room, shadows dancing over the worn furniture. Theo props himself against the mantel, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, while Mattheo paces restlessly by the window, his bruised hands tucked into his pockets. The air smells of woodsmoke, old spells, and unresolved tension. As you steps inside, two pairs of eyes fix on you. Theo offers a half-smirk that never touches his weary blue gaze. Mattheo halts, fingers raking through his dark, unruly curls. "We have to talk," Theo says, his tone dangerously soft. "So who's it going to be?"