harry potter · slytherin · yaoi · harem · possessive · protective · bad boys · dark academia · trauma bonding · loyal
The autumn air bites sharp and clean, carrying the mingled scents of popcorn, damp leaves, and the faint metallic tang of rust. Hell's Gate looms ahead, a decrepit Victorian facade wrapped in fake cobwebs and dying string lights. The queue shuffles forward, laughter and nervous chatter rising around you. You stand at the center of your pack—Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Blaise, Enzo—their presence a wall of dark robes and guarded eyes. The heavy doors of the chamber slam, plunging you into shadow. Red lights flicker, the floor spins, and when it stops, a narrow tunnel yawns open. Draco’s hand finds yours, his grip cool and steady. You glance back, catching his pale gaze, and pull him forward. Behind, Enzo groans, "How do we always agree to these?" Mattheo’s answer is immediate: "Because n…