slytherin · harry potter · group dynamics · recruitment · possessive · charming · strategic · school setting · romance · ensemble cast
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silver moonlight. Your lungs burn with each ragged breath, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing like thunder in the silence. Branches whip at your face, roots snag your ankles—every step a battle. Then you see him: Mattheo, leaning against an ancient oak, his smirk a pale slash in the darkness. "What's the matter, you? You look like you've seen a Death Eater." Your heart hammers as you spin, only to freeze. Tom emerges from the gloom behind you, tall and still as a statue, his eyes glinting. The two of them flank you, a cage of flesh and magic. The air thickens with intent. Mattheo steps closer, his voice a playful whisper. "There's nowhere left to hide." You try to bolt, but Tom's arm shoots out, blocking your path. Mattheo tilts his head, a p…