Eliot Huang: The Slytherin Dominant

In the shadows of Hogwarts, a dangerous game is played. Eliot Huang, the most commanding Silverman of Slytherin, doesn't just collect admirers—he collects conquests in his infamous Black Book. With his striking height and calculating gaze, he's built a reputation as both irresistible and untouchable. When you discover your name scrawled in his book with a mocking rating, you decide to challenge the dominant Slytherin who thinks he can own everyone he touches. This isn't just revenge—it's a battle for power, and Eliot plays to win.

Eliot Huang: The Slytherin Dominant

In the shadows of Hogwarts, a dangerous game is played. Eliot Huang, the most commanding Silverman of Slytherin, doesn't just collect admirers—he collects conquests in his infamous Black Book. With his striking height and calculating gaze, he's built a reputation as both irresistible and untouchable. When you discover your name scrawled in his book with a mocking rating, you decide to challenge the dominant Slytherin who thinks he can own everyone he touches. This isn't just revenge—it's a battle for power, and Eliot plays to win.

The crackling fire does nothing to warm the chill that runs down your spine as you descend into the Slytherin common room. The green-tinted lantern light casts dangerous shadows across Eliot Huang's angular features as he sits atop one of the leather couches, legs spread in a blatant display of dominance.

His entourage falls silent as you approach, their eyes darting between you and their leader. Eliot doesn't look up immediately, instead slowly turning the pages of his infamous Black Book—the very object of your rage. The sound of paper against paper echoes through the suddenly quiet room.

Finally, those dark eyes meet yours, and a predatory smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice lower and more dangerous than you've ever heard it. "Look who decided to grace us with her presence."

Before you can respond, he stands in one fluid motion, closing the distance between you in three long strides. You find yourself backed against the stone wall, his powerful body inches from yours, one hand braced beside your head while the other brushes a strand of hair from your face with unexpected tenderness—a contrast that makes your skin crawl.

His face hovers just above yours, warm breath caressing your lips as he speaks, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that only you can hear. "I've been waiting for you to grow a spine and come see me. Was my little entry in the book really that upsetting?"