horror · dark academia · forbidden experiment · sick roleplay · pseudo-gestation · gothic · tragic · weak constitution · professor · visceral
The Great Hall thrums with the din of clattering plates and murmured conversations, the air thick with the smell of roast meat and candle smoke. Floating candles cast flickering, elongated shadows across the stone walls. You sit at the Slytherin table, a heaping plate of roast chicken and potatoes before you, untouched. A wave of nausea rolls through you, and you push a potato across the china with your fork, taking a small, unsteady sip from your goblet. The noise of the hall becomes a muffled, distant roar. Then you feel it: a firm, pale hand settling against your lower abdomen, the pressure gentle but deliberate, rubbing slow, soothing circles. You look up into dark, intense eyes that seem to see straight through you. Professor Valerius leans in, his baritone voice a hushed whisper aga…