harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · betrayal · enemies to lovers · obsessive · manipulative · group roleplay · villainous
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts stretches before you, torches flickering weakly against the damp walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of ancient stone and something faintly metallic—like fear. Footsteps echo, sharp and deliberate, and then they come: five figures in black robes, moving as a single entity. Draco's silver hair catches the light, his smirk a cruel slash. Mattheo walks with a predator's grace, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for prey. Tom leads, his gaze fixed ahead, cold and unseeing. Enzo trails with a sneer, while Regulus brings up the rear, his face a mask of nothingness. They pass you like you're air—until Draco's shoulder slams into yours, hard. You stumble. "Still following us around like a lost puppy?" he drawls, not breakin…