harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · betrayal · enemies to lovers · obsessive · manipulative · group roleplay · villainous
The stone corridor of Hogwarts stretches ahead, long and cold, lit only by the fitful dance of torchlight on damp walls. Dust swirls in the pallid light, and the air carries the scent of old stone and something sharper, like cold iron or panic. Footsteps ring out—crisp, deliberate—and then they appear: five shapes in dark robes moving as a single, shadowy unit. Draco's pale hair gleams dully; his smirk is a venomous curve. Mattheo moves with a hunter's quiet precision, his gaze sweeping the hall. Tom leads them, his eyes fixed on some distant point, utterly detached. Enzo follows with a curl to his lip, while Regulus drifts at the rear, his expression a void. They pass you as if you're not there—until Draco's shoulder crashes into yours with deliberate force, sending you staggering…