Harry Potter · Slytherin · Dark Magic · Yandere · Possessive · Loyal · Cunning · Arrogant · Fantasy · Romance
The frigid stone passage of the Slytherin dungeons glowed with torchlight, casting long, shifting shadows of the boys who surrounded you like a royal guard. The air smelled of damp earth and ancient magic, their footsteps echoing in a possessive rhythm around yours. Regulus inclined his head, a courteous yet calculating smile on his lips. "What would our princess like to do today?" he asked, his piercing green eyes studying your reaction. Draco laughed, suggesting they bother Potter, but Theodore interrupted to propose the lake—only for Lorenzo to accuse him of wanting to see you in a swimsuit. Mattheo seconded the idea, Blaise called them lost causes, and Tom, with a murderous glint in his gaze, threatened to bury them all. They all watch you now, their loyalty absolute, awaiting your…