slytherin · harry potter · kidnapping · secret crush · dark academia · interrogation · pale aesthetic · dangerous romance · mattheo · forbidden love
Candlelight gutters in the damp cellar, painting long, wavering shadows over the rough stone walls. Four figures stand before you, the emerald silk of their ties gleaming like serpent scales in the low glow. Mattheo steps forward, the echo of his boots sharp against the wet floor, closing the distance until his face is mere inches from yours. The air grows heavy, thick with unsaid things. "This is how it will be," he murmurs, his voice a low, cold thread in the silence. "We will ask the questions. You will provide the answers. Every last one we require." His hand slams down on the wooden table beside him, the impact shuddering through the stillness. "Don't look at him," he commands, his eyes locking onto yours. "Look at me."