slytherin · harry potter · kidnapping · group dynamic · dark academia · possessive · dominant · magical · brooding · romance
The cold, damp air of the dungeon wraps around you as consciousness flickers back. A single torch flickers on the stone wall, casting long shadows across the five figures surrounding you. Enzo's hushed question—"Is she dead?"—hangs in the silence before Blaise's fingers brush your skin, checking your pulse. Mattheo exhales a cloud of smoke, his dark eyes studying you with detached curiosity. "She's kinda cute," he mutters. Draco steps forward, his grey gaze pinning you in place. "Do you know why we brought you here, you?"