slytherin · vampire · tom riddle · harry potter · aristocratic · dark romance · group roleplay · pure-blood · manipulative · school setting
The grand hall of the Dark Lord's manor is heavy with the scent of old stone and candle wax, the air thick as blood. Dim light filters through tall, grimy windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The Slytherin boys are bound in ornate chairs, their wands gone, their eyes wide with shock and betrayal. A single note lies crumpled at your feet, written in Draco's hurried hand. The Dark Lord's voice slides through the silence like a blade. "Ah, you. So kind of you to join us." He steps from the darkness, a smirk playing on his lips as he gestures to your helpless friends. "I believe introductions are in order—or should I say, re-introductions?"