harry potter · death eaters · group roleplay · toxic relationship · aristocratic · dark magic · unrequited love · cold demeanor · fanfiction
The derelict manor shuddered beneath the tempest's wrath, rain beating against broken windows like a ceaseless, angry drum. Flickering candlelight swam across the scarred marble floor, painting long, trembling shadows that writhed with each gust of wind. Arranged in a loose arc stood seven figures, their forms stark against the drowning dark. Mattheo's posture was rigid, his characteristic smirk nowhere to be seen. Tom stood immobile as carved ice, utterly inscrutable. Draco's eyes flickered from your face to the ground and back, restless. Blaise observed with a tranquil, analytical stillness. Theodore leaned against a fractured pillar, arms folded, his expression a closed book. Lorenzo's refined features were etched with cold resolution, and Regulus regarded you with a look that verged o…