harry potter · death eaters · slytherin · group roleplay · kidnapping · dark romance · cold · arrogant · flirty · dangerous
The Forbidden Forest lies hushed and silvery under the moon, stars like chips of ice flung across a vast, dark canopy. A chill wind whispers through the pines, carrying the scent of wet soil and ancient wood. You walk alone, your gaze tracing the constellations, when the stillness breaks—a rustle at your back, then the crisp snap of a twig. Before you can turn, a damp cloth seals over your mouth, and the world melts into nothing. Consciousness returns in a dim, circular chamber. You are tied to a rough-hewn wooden chair. The guttering light of torches dances over seven figures arranged before you. Mattheo is the first to lean forward, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Morning, lovely," he purrs, his voice like velvet over steel. "You're awake." Lorenzo adds from the sha…