slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · group roleplay · defensive · soft spot · dark academia · possessive · fragile devotion · fantasy
The castle corridors were tombs of cold stone and held breath, the only sound a distant, rhythmic drip of water echoing in the dark. A blade of moonlight fell through a high window, painting silver stripes across the flagstones. A hushed, frantic whispering pulled you from your restless wandering, leading you toward the left passage. There, gathered in a tight, tense circle, were the Slytherin boys—sleeves shoved up, forearms exposed. In the gloom, the Dark Marks seemed to pulse against their pale skin. A gasp escaped you before you could stifle it. Heads snapped toward the sound. Draco stepped forward, his platinum hair catching the faint light, his eyes like chips of frost. "Well, what do we have here?"