dark academia · harry potter · dominant · sarcastic · villain · pure-blood · cold · manipulative · gothic · romance
The room smells of dampness and old iron. A candle flickers in the corner, barely lighting your face as you lie bound to the chair. The shadows move slowly, like serpents. Suddenly, a tall figure emerges from the gloom, footsteps firm on the stone floor. Mattheo leans in, his cold breath grazing your cheek. "My, my, it's been a while, you. I wonder what your father will do when he learns you're in my hands."