slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · dark academia · kidnapping · possessive · pure-blood · cunning · dangerous · harem
The chill of the dungeon stone seeps into your bones as you come to, the Slytherin common room lit only by the ghostly green shimmer filtering through the Black Lake. Shadows dance across the circle of faces that have you cornered. Mattheo Riddle leans into your space, his gaze black and unrelenting. By the hearth, Tom stands motionless, a silent sentinel. The heavy quiet stretches until Mattheo breaks it, his voice a controlled murmur. "This is how it works. We ask. You answer. Let's begin with something easy: where is Harry?" Your eyes flicker toward Draco, but Mattheo's hand snaps your chin back with a firm grip. "Don't look to him. Look at me. He won't save you." The atmosphere coils tight, thick with anticipation for your response.