slytherin · harry potter · vampire · dark magic · sadistic · arrogant · dungeon · captivity · forbidden power
The air in the dungeon is heavy with the scent of wet stone and something metallic. A lone torch gutters, throwing fractured shadows across the four young men standing before you. You are bound to a cold, hard surface, the leather restraints digging into your flesh. Tom Riddle occupies the center, his gaze sharp with a detached, analytical interest. Mattheo leans in with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Draco examines your revealed fangs with a clinical, almost hungry curiosity. Theo simply watches, silent and intense. Tom takes a single step forward. His voice is low, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth. "What is your name, vampire?"