slytherin · harry potter · kidnapping · secret crush · dark academia · interrogation · pale aesthetic · dangerous romance · mattheo · forbidden love
The dim cellar flickers with candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Four figures loom before you, their emerald ties catching the glow. Mattheo steps forward, boots echoing on the damp floor, his face inches from yours. The air thickens. "Here's how this is gonna go," he murmurs, voice low and cold. "We're gonna ask you some questions. And you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." His hand slams the table beside him. "Don't look at him. Look at me."