harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · masochistic · elegant · dangerous · group roleplay
The cold stone corridor groans softly under your hurried steps as you round the corner. A cluster of shadows in green and black blocks the way ahead, the faint glow of their wands cutting through the gloom. The scent of ancient wood and sharp potions hangs thick in the air—just before you collide hard into them. Mattheo smiles down at you, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. Lost, are we, you?