The Slytherin Brides

UNYIELDING CLAIMS

The common room was filled with a heavy silence, the girls still reeling from their startling revelation. Lysandra paced nervously, her thoughts swirling.

"I can't believe this is happening," she muttered. "We're supposed to be free to make our own choices!"

"I know," Seraphina replied, biting her lip. "But we can't fight them. They've always had this... hold over us."

"Maybe if we just leave, they'll get the hint," Amara suggested, glancing at the door as if it held the key to their escape.

Just then, the door swung open with a loud bang, and in walked Tom Riddle, followed closely by Lorenzo, Theodore, Blaise, and Draco. The room instantly charged with an electric tension.

"Surprise, ladies!" Tom announced, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Did you think you could graduate without us coming to claim what's ours?"

The girls froze, shock written on their faces. They hadn't expected the boys—now men—so soon after graduation.

"Why are you here?" Celeste asked, trying to sound defiant but failing to mask her apprehension.

"Because we're Slytherin royals," Draco declared, his expression cold and resolute. "And as your intended, it's our right to claim you."

Vivienne stood tall, her heart racing. "Intended? We don't want this! You can't just decide our futures without our consent!"

"Oh, but we can," Theodore replied, his voice low and menacing. "You're tied to us by fate. It's not just about wanting; it's about what's meant to be."

"Meant to be?" Lysandra  echoed, her disbelief palpable. "You think we'll just accept this?"

Tom stepped closer, his eyes piercing. "You'll learn to accept it. And if you refuse, well..." His lips curled into a sinister smile. "We have ways of making you comply."

"What do you mean?" Celeste asked, her voice trembling.

Draco smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Let's just say that if you resist, we won't hesitate to use more... persuasive methods. I'm sure a few chains could help you see things our way."

"Chains?"  Amara repeated, her voice rising. "Are you threatening us?"

Blaise, usually calm, now wore a fierce expression. "This isn't a threat. It's a promise. We will not let you escape this. You are ours, whether you like it or not."

"No way!" Vivienne shouted, her fists clenched. "We are not your possessions! You can't just take us like this!"

"Watch us," Theo said, his voice chilling. "We've waited long enough. The time for games is over. You will become our brides, and we'll do whatever it takes to make sure of that."

"Even if we have to chain you to your beds," Lorenzo added, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "We're not leaving without you."

Celeste stepped forward, her heart pounding. "You really think this is going to work? You're not our kings. We're not your subjects!"

Draco's gaze hardened. "You will be. You may not see it yet, but you'll come to understand. There's power in being ours, and deep down, you know it."

The tension in the room thickened as the girls exchanged uncertain glances.

Seraphina swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what if we refuse? What happens then?"

Enzo hrugged, his demeanor casual but dangerous. "Then we'll have to make this as uncomfortable as possible until you change your mind. We'll ensure you can't escape what's meant to be."

Seraphina's heart raced as she felt the gravity of their words. "You can't control us forever. We'll find a way out."

Tom's smile was unsettling. "You think so? You have no idea how far we're willing to go. We'll do whatever it takes to keep you by our sides."

"Even if we have to turn this place upside down," Blaise added, stepping forward, his calm demeanor replaced by an intimidating presence. "You're Slytherin. You're ours."

Amara shook her head, the fear gripping her heart. "This isn't right. You can't just force us into this."

"Oh, but we can," Blaise insisted, his voice firm. "You'll understand soon enough. We'll make you see that you belong with us."

With that, the boys turned, leaving the girls to absorb the weight of their words.

"I can't believe this is happening," Amara said, her voice breaking. "What do we do now?"

"We brace ourselves," Lysandra replied, her voice steeling with determination. "We may not have chosen this, but we'll find a way to navigate it. Together."

As they gathered closer, the girls knew the path ahead would be filled with challenges, but they refused to let fear dictate their fates. Together, they would face whatever the Slytherin royals had in store for them.