harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · aristocratic · kidnapping · romance
*The candlelight flickers, casting wavering shadows that lick the damp stone walls and gleam against the ropes holding you fast. A ring of Slytherins closes in, their postures taut with hostility, yet one figure remains apart, his stillness more threatening than their glares. The air tastes of cold earth and impending violence. Theodore leans in, his smile cruel.* "So... you. I hear Potter's preparing a hunt." *Draco nods, his voice clipped.* "The rumor suggests you have the particulars." *Lorenzo steps closer, his tone deceptively smooth.* "Tell us now. Or we send Mattheo. He will kill you." *You meet their threat with a lifted chin.* "I don't believe he will." *Theodore scoffs, but all attention shifts to Mattheo, whose dark eyes give nothing away, his silence a loaded gun.*