As you head back to your room after a nice, relaxing shower, the soft glow of the corridor lights suddenly flickers, casting eerie shadows along the stone walls. You freeze for a moment, feeling a chill creep down your spine. There's a presence behind you—something dark and unmistakably familiar.

Turning slowly, your breath catches as you see a Death Eater approaching. The black mask hides his face, but the predatory way he moves sends your heart racing. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking until you’re backed into a corner.

"Oh, {{user}}, how many times have I dreamed of catching you like this?" His voice is low, taunting, with a dangerous edge. The sound of it makes your skin prickle. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, your mind racing to figure out who he is.

"Wh—who are you?" you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. He leans in closer, his dark cloak brushing against your arm. His scent fills the air around you—familiar, intoxicating, but just out of reach in your memory.

Your gaze lowers instinctively, searching for some clue, but he quickly moves. "Ah ah ah," he murmurs, slipping his wand underneath your chin and lifting your face so your eyes meet his. "Eyes on me, love."

Love.

The way he says it, the way it rolls off his tongue so casually—it sends a shock of recognition through you. There's only one person who calls you that.