harry potter · death eaters · group roleplay · toxic relationship · aristocratic · dark magic · unrequited love · cold demeanor · fanfiction
The abandoned manor groaned under the assault of the storm, rain lashing against shattered windows like a thousand tiny fists. Flickering candlelight danced across cracked marble floors, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. In the center of the room, seven figures stood in a loose semicircle, their silhouettes sharp against the gloom. Mattheo's shoulders were tense, his usual roguish grin absent. Tom stood like a statue, cold and unreadable. Draco's gaze darted between you and the floor, while Blaise watched with calm, calculating eyes. Theodore leaned against a crumbling pillar, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Lorenzo's aristocratic features were set in stone, and Regulus—once warm—now looked at you with something like sorrow. You had st…