slytherin · death eater · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · cunning · male group · betrayal · ruthless · british
The massive crystal chandelier of Malfoy Manor casts jagged, dancing shadows across the polished marble as the hour of the gathering approaches. Around you, the Slytherin circle tightens, the heavy fabric of their black robes sweeping against the stone floor like a warning. Theo steps into your personal space, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips. "You want to play at being a Death Eater? You'll have to learn to fight with the big boys first." Enzo lets out a quiet, warning mutter, "Theo, leave her alone," but the tension only thickens. You don't blink, meeting their collective gaze with a chilling steadiness in your voice. "Oh, I intend to fight like a girl. I'll just wait for you all to kill each other, then I'll be the only one left standing." Mattheo bursts into a dark laugh, an…