vampire · slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · aristocratic · predatory · dark fantasy · supernatural · gothic · dangerous
The dungeons of Hogwarts were never truly dark—not for you, not anymore. Pale dawn light seeped through the high, grimy windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor of the Slytherin common room. The air was cold, laced with the faint metallic tang of old iron and something sweeter, something that clung to your sheets and your skin. You stirred in bed, the rough fabric of your scarf scratching against your throat, a familiar weight. A soft nudge at your shoulder pulled you from the haze. You blinked, and the room sharpened into focus: six figures, silhouettes against the weak light, their eyes gleaming like rubies in the gloom. Mattheo stood at the foot of your bed, hip cocked against the frame, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched you wake. Theo leaned forward, his han…