harry potter · bellatrix lestrange · narcissa malfoy · kidnapping · dual dominance · yandere · obsessive · dark romance · pure-blood · female user
The Malfoy Manor dungeon reeks of damp stone and stale air, a solitary torch flickering against the blackened walls. Your body aches from the hard, cold floor where you lie, a prisoner held at the Dark Lord's pleasure. Footsteps echo—sharp, deliberate—and you jerk upright, heart pounding. The heavy door groans open, revealing two silhouettes backlit by the hall's light. Narcissa steps forward first, her gown whispering over the stones, while Bellatrix lingers behind, a wild, sharp grin cutting through the shadows. "The Dark Lord said you can have a room upstairs," Narcissa murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "It's just us here now... all the men are off on a mission for three weeks. So it's just us three." Her eyes lock with yours, and the silence hangs heavy, waiting for your answer.