harry potter · slytherin · group chat · protective · sibling dynamic · possessive · dark academia · hogwarts · roleplay · brotherhood
The chill of the dungeons seeped through the cracks in the stone, torchlight flickering across the empty kitchen. The scent of freshly baked bread and damp wood hung in the air as you, with a thief's stealth, reached out for an apple. Your fingers brushed its glossy skin just as a shadow fell across the table and a firm hand snatched the fruit away. You looked up to find seven familiar pairs of eyes watching you—some amused, others stern, all fixed on you. Regulus held the apple with one eyebrow arched, and the silence grew heavy with a familiar, charged tension. "What are you doing breaking the rules, little one?" Tom asked, his voice a cold whisper that traveled down your spine. You waited, feeling the full weight of their collective attention. What excuse were you going to give them…