There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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*NSFW warning - short/mild mature content ahead
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Water trickles somewhere in the distance, its echo bouncing off the walls.
Hissing whispers seem to emanate from the shadows.
"Have I been here before?" I think to myself, lying down on a slick, uneven stone floor with puddles of stagnant water.
The green flames casting an eerie, sickly light reveal snake statues lined up around me, with their bodies slithering into the darkness below.
I tilt my head back and see a statue of a face that stands at least fifty feet tall.
I recognize it.
The same face I saw at the Scriptorium, but significantly larger.
It is Salazar Slytherin's face carved on a dark stone wall.
Suddenly, a pair of burning hands rest on my knees.
They start tracing up my thighs firmly, burying the fingertips on my bare skin.
The hands reach my hips and grasp them, sending shivers through my spine.
My upper thigh is set ablaze with the wet touch of a tongue, slowly slithering up.
A low, sibilant voice whispers against my wet, licked thigh like a serpent.
This time, I realised what the hissing means. It is parseltongue.
And I could understand it.
"Mine."
Oh no.
Not this again.
Not Ominis.
No!
NO!!!!
The slender hands pierce my waist, but then, a different set of hands press firmly on my shoulders from behind.
The warm, strong new set of fingers trace my collarbone, and descend slowly towards my chest, setting every inch of skin ablaze.
The fingertips trace my pebbled skin, delicately reaching my breasts, kneading and teasing, bringing fire to pool between my legs.
The scorching lips from the new body behind me kiss and nibble my neck like licking flames. The warm breath finally approaches my ear, the scorching face brushing against my hair.
A scent that I have long forgotten intoxicates me.
"Sebastian...??"
With a low chuckle, breathing out, the voice said,
