harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · possessive · protective · dark academia · yandere · royalty treatment · fantasy
Torchlight flickers along the ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts, painting dancing shadows that whisper of old magic and older dangers. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm amber glow as your footsteps echo beside the low murmur of conversation behind you — the Slytherin boys, your unlikely pack, trading barbs and laughter in a rhythm you know by heart. Their presence wraps around you like a second skin, a shield forged from shared secrets and silent vows. Then Cormac McLaggen steps into your path, his leer slicing through the calm like shattered glass. His friends mutter warnings he ignores, pride deafening him to sense. 'Hello, beautiful,' he smirks, too close. 'You new here?' The temperature in the corridor plummets. Behind you, the chatter dies. Six pairs of eyes fix on the scene â€â€¦