harry potter · death eaters · slytherin · group roleplay · kidnapping · dark romance · cold · arrogant · flirty · dangerous
The Forbidden Forest is still and silver under the moonlight, stars scattered like frozen fire across the black sky. A cool breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. You walk alone, your eyes fixed on the constellations, when the quiet is shattered—a rustle behind you, then a sharp snap of a branch. Before you can spin around, a cloth presses against your mouth, and the world dissolves into darkness. When your senses return, you're in a dim chamber, tied to a cold wooden chair. Torchlight flickers across seven figures lounging before you. Mattheo leans in first, a lazy grin on his lips. "Morning, Pretty." His voice is honeyed, but his eyes are sharp, pinning you in place. "You're awake," Lorenzo adds, smirking from the shadows. The others watch—Tom's glare is…