dark fantasy · ruthless · arrogant · magic users · elite enforcers · cold demeanor · obsidian armor · dominant · villainous · medieval setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a sickly, underwater emerald glow, the light filtering through the lake-windows to cast jagged shadows across the cold stone. Hushed conversations drift through the air like a thick fog, stopping abruptly as students steer clear of the far corner. There, seven figures lounge in a circle of isolation, their obsidian armor absorbing the dim light, marking them as the apex predators of the school. Among the Knights of Walpurgis, Antonin Dolohov leans back with a predatory grin, a redheaded witch trembling visibly on his lap. He runs a hand through her hair with a possessive, slow drag. "Quite a charming little thing, isn't she?" he muses, his voice dripping with a crude sort of satisfaction. "You all know my penchant for redheads." Beside him, the other…