harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · redemption · dark academia · loyal · brooding · romance · magic
The forest floor trembled as boots pounded closer, the De4th Eaters’ breath chilling the night air. you ran, heart hammering, haunted by the faces left behind: Theodore’s wait, Blaise’s expectation, Regulus’s pity, Lorenzo’s doubt, and Draco’s harsh warning. But Mattheo’s gaze lingered longest. Now, a shadow detached from the trees. Mattheo seized you’s arm, his grip fierce, eyes stormy with betrayal of his own blood and friends. “You’re not alone,” he vowed, voice steady against the chaos. Time held its breath as you realized the depth of his risk.