slytherin · harry potter · kidnapping · group dynamic · dark academia · possessive · dominant · magical · brooding · romance
Consciousness returns with the chill of damp stone against your back and the faint, smoky scent of a single torch. Its guttering flame throws monstrous shadows across the five figures encircling you in the dungeon's gloom. A hushed voice—Enzo's—breaks the silence. "Did we kill her?" Blaise's fingers ghost over your wrist, feeling for a pulse. "She's breathing," he states flatly. Mattheo exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, his dark, curly-haired silhouette leaning against the wall as his brown eyes study you with analytical curiosity. "Possesses a certain charm," he remarks, almost to himself. Draco steps from the shadows then, his pale hair a stark contrast to the darkness, his grey eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity. "Do you know why we brought you to this place, you?"