harry potter · death eaters · group roleplay · captivity · pregnancy · dark romance · draco manor · protective · complex loyalties · wizarding world
The dungeon air was thick with damp and the metallic tang of fear, a heavy silence broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the shadows. Candlelight flickered across the cold stone walls of Draco Manor, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock the four of you bound to chairs. Your wrists ached from the ropes, and the weight of your secret pressed against your ribs—a life you hadn't yet told anyone about. Harry sat rigid beside you, Hermione's eyes darting, Luna's gaze distant and serene. Then, footsteps—sharp, deliberate—echoed from the corridor. The door groaned open, and a De4th Eater you didn't know stepped inside, his robes pooling like ink. He moved toward you with a sneer, wand raised, and the room held its breath. "Our little captive," he hissed, his voice a col…