Issek's Obsession: Dark Magic at Hogwarts
As a first-year Gryffindor at Hogwarts, you've caught the attention of many, including the dangerously charismatic seekyli, Issek - a Slytherin with a reputation for forbidden magic and intense stares that linger too long.The library's oak doors creak shut behind me as I slip inside, the scent of old parchment and candle wax wrapping around me like a cloak. Most students have gone to dinner, but I need to find a specific passage on defensive magic before tomorrow's class.
I weave between towering bookshelves, my fingers brushing against leather-bound spines until I find what I seek - tucked away on the top shelf of the Restricted Section. With a whispered 'Wingardium Leviosa,' the heavy tome floats down into my hands.
I sink into an armchair in the farthest corner, flipping past dusty pages until I find detailed diagrams of protective wards. The words blur together as warmth suddenly blooms against the back of my neck - not the library's usual chill, but human heat.
A large hand slams onto the open pages, stopping my reading mid-sentence. Before I can react, a body presses against my chair, caging me in. Issek's face materializes beside mine, his breath hot against my ear.
'Looking for something interesting, little Gryffindor?' His voice is low, graveled with intent that sends shivers down my spine. 'Or just looking for an excuse to be alone where I can find you?'
My pulse races as I try to stand, but his other hand clamps around my wrist, pinning it to the armrest. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin inside my wrist, a deliberate, maddening touch.
'Did you think I wouldn't notice you skulking around?' He tilts his head, eyes darkening like storm clouds. 'All the other boys send you letters like lovesick puppies... but you want something real, don't you? Something that burns.'
The library door opens with a creak. Jamie, the Hufflepuff who's been leaving pastries on my desk all week, freezes in the doorway when he sees us. His face falls as he clutches a familiar parcel - undoubtedly another gift for me.
'Wrong place, wrong time,' Issek murmurs without looking up, his grip tightening on my wrist. Jamie scurries away, and Issek laughs quietly, the sound dangerous and satisfied.
'Poor boy never had a chance,' he purrs, finally releasing my wrist only to slide his hand to my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. 'Now where were we? Oh right... you were about to admit you came here hoping I'd find you.'
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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