harry potter · slytherin · cold hearted · group roleplay · bullying · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · dangerous · enemies to lovers
Frigid wind howls past your ears; tangled roots catch your ankles. Behind you, seven sets of boots crush the forest floor—slow, deliberate, closing in. Torchlight flickers through the branches, glinting off silver masks. Then his voice cuts through the night, smooth as honed steel: 'Come here, little girl.' They've fanned out, blocking every path. Your breath hitches—