Whispers in the Shadows || Slytherin Boys

between nightmare and desire

I wandered through the cold, empty corridors of the castle, my footsteps echoing ominously in the dimly lit halls. Each step felt like it reverberated through the very walls, making the silence around me feel even more oppressive. Shadows seemed to stretch and warp at the corners of my vision, their movement too fluid to be natural. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the uneasy tension that seemed to hang in the air around me.

The feeling of being followed grew stronger, an invisible presence hovering just out of sight. I glanced over my shoulder repeatedly, my eyes straining to catch a glimpse of whatever - or whoever - was lurking in the darkness but without success. My skin prickled with the sensation of unseen eyes, making me feel vulnerable and exposed at the same time.

As I rounded a corner, the soft click of footsteps echoed behind me, quickening my pulse. I adapted and started to quicken my pace, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The footsteps matched my rhythm, their cadence swiftly synchronized with my own. I felt trapped, as though the walls of the castle were closing in on me, pushing me towards something I couldn't escape.

I turned another corner sharply, the darkness seeming to close in around me. The shadows seemed to thicken out of a sudden, wrapping themselves around me like a suffocating shroud. I stopped abruptly, my heart racing as I tried to steady my breathing.
The total silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own rapid heartbeat. Was I hallucinating?

And then, out of the darkness, Draco Malfoy appeared.

He stepped into the corridor with a casual grace that seemed at odds with the oppressive atmosphere. His presence was commanding, his eyes glowing with an unsettling mixture of amusement and menace. The shadows played tricks with his features, making him look even more formidable and enigmatic.

"Well, well," Draco's voice cut through the silence, smooth and dark. "If it isn't our little Ravenclaw, wandering alone in the dark. What brings you here?"

His gaze was intense, his eyes following me with a predatory gleam. I was caught between the desire to run and the strong urge to confront him about all of that. His presence was both terrifying and tantalizing, a dangerous feeling that I couldn't ignore.

"Just taking a stroll," I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that was pooling in my stomach. "What are you doing here?

"Lost, are we?" Draco's voice was smooth and dark. He ignored my question completely. Each one of his words dripped with a velvety, almost malicious charm. His gaze was piercing, and his smirk was taunting.

I came to my senses and tried to move past him, but my feet felt rooted to the ground. His eyes still followed my every motion, a dangerous gleam in them that made me feel as though I was being hunted. His presence was overwhelming, the air around him charged with an electrifying tension.

"You look scared," Draco murmured, stepping closer, while I couldn't move. Now he was standing right in front of me and I had to lift my chin to be able to look at him. His fingers began to graze my arm lightly, the touch sending a jolt through my body. "What are you afraid of, Catalina?"

Before I could respond with whatever, I saw another figure stepping out of the shadows. Mattheo Riddle appeared, his confidence and arrogance as palpable as ever. His smirk was cold, his eyes assessing me with an appraising, almost predatory look. He moved with an ease that was both intimidating and fascinating.

"Seems like you're a little out of your element, princess," Mattheo drawled, his voice laced with a mocking edge. "Draco," Mattheo's gaze was sweeping over me with a predatory appraisal. "I see you've already made the acquaintance of our guest."