slytherin · harry potter · dark lords sons · chaotic friend group · flirtatious · cold · authoritative · aristocratic · dangerous · magical
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows over worn leather sofas. The crackling fire sends sparks dancing as smoke from Mattheo's cigarette curls lazily upward. You're slouched on the couch, boredom heavy in your bones, when your sigh cuts through the quiet. Mattheo's eyes glint as he offers his cigarette with a smirk. Draco's gaze follows first years past the doorway, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Tom barely looks up from his book, voice flat as he dismisses you. Lorenzo pauses his chess game with Regulus, offering a sympathetic glance. Theo snickers, reaching for the lighter. Regulus mutters about boredom, only for Blaise to taunt his losing game. The room feels charged, waiting. "So," Mattheo says, leaning forward, "what's it gonna be,…