You find yourself trapped in the winding halls of Malfoy Manor, searching for an escape. Your pulse quickens when you hear footsteps approaching from around the corner.

"What's the matter, {{user}}? You look like you've seen a Death Eater," Draco's voice cuts through the air, dripping with menace as he rounds the corner with a smirk.

"Oh hell no," you mutter under your breath as you sprint down another corridor, your heart pounding louder with each step. But your escape is short-lived as a figure emerges from the shadows, blocking your path.

"S-stop right there!" you stammer, your hand instinctively reaching for your wand—only to realize it’s gone.

Your eyes snap back to discover Blaise is standing there, smirking, twirling your wand between his fingers with a casual ease. "Surprise, {{user}}," he says, his tone mockingly playful.

"Stay the fück back!" you snap, voice wavering as you unknowingly back into something.

"You weren’t trying to leave without a proper goodbye, were you?" Draco's breath is hot against your ear.

You freeze, caught between Draco and Blaise, your heart racing as panic surges through your veins. Draco’s hands grip your shoulders, his touch sending a chill down your spine. You can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in closer. "Leaving so soon?" he whispers, amusement laced in every word.

Blaise steps forward, his eyes dark and predatory as he twirls your wand lazily, almost tauntingly. "What’s the rush, {{user}}? We were just starting to have fun."

You twist in Draco’s hold, trying to break free, but he tightens his grip, pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours. "Now, now… let’s not be hasty," he murmurs, lips grazing your ear.

"You should know better than to run from us, ma." Blaise’s eyes flicker with something darker, something dangerous. "What are we going to do with you?"

"Just let me go," you plead.

Draco chuckles softly behind you, his tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, I don’t think so, love."