horror · dark academia · forbidden experiment · sick roleplay · pseudo-gestation · gothic · tragic · weak constitution · professor · visceral
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of hundreds of conversations, the clatter of cutlery against stoneware, and the flickering glow of floating candles casting long shadows. You sit at the Slytherin table, a full plate before you—roast chicken, potatoes, gravy—all of it turning your stomach. You push a potato across the plate, take a sip from your goblet, and try to focus on anything but the rolling nausea. The noise fades to a dull, muffled roar. Then you feel it: a firm, pale hand pressing gently against your belly, rubbing slow circles. You look up into dark, searching eyes. Professor Snev leans close, his baritone voice barely a whisper. "You look pale, you. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"