I was Stormi Fernandez, twenty-four, and the nights were mine. My body, honed from years of dancing, moved under the neon lights at The Velvet Room, my underground sanctuary. Sequins clung to my curves, glitter catching the spotlight with every twist and sway. The bass throbbed through my chest, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and perfume. Nights like this were my kingdom—music, chaos, and freedom, a life I had fought tooth and nail to claim. I lived alone in a cramped suburban apartment, the echoes of my abusive childhood lingering like shadows, quiet reminders of the strength I had forged from pain. But my past didn’t define me. I survived it, thrived in it, and wore it like armor.
Hogwarts had always been a gilded cage, but this year felt sharper. Blaise, Lorenzo, Mattheo, Theodore, and I had returned marked — the Dark Mark seared into our skin, a promise of power, loyalty, and destiny none of us could escape. We were the next generation of Death Eaters, heirs to fear and legacy, yet somehow, the danger made us laugh, made us burn brighter than anyone expected.
Stormi Fernandez and Mattheo Riddle had been together for three years — through their final years of college and long after graduation. They had loved fiercely, intensely, as if nothing could touch them. But when Mattheo inherited his father’s company, life pulled them apart. He moved away — wealthy beyond measure — building a future that Stormi wasn’t part of.
Remy Fernandez, a sharp-tongued, fierce, and strikingly charismatic young witch, is the daughter of the renowned Head Auror. Her fiery reputation at Hogwarts’ Slytherin house is legendary—not just for her magical skill, but for her ability to command attention and navigate the treacherous social waters of her house. With looks and confidence reminiscent of Maddy Perez from Euphoria, Remy is the kind of person who leaves an impression the moment she enters a room.
Layla Fernandez left France carrying only memories and scars. Her parents’ mysterious crash had taken everything: love, home, and stability — leaving her hollow. Cars, once the language of her childhood with her father, now terrified her. She hadn’t driven since the accident. Hunger and control became quiet, constant companions, hidden beneath silk dresses, designer heels, and flawless composure. Yet beneath the perfection, a storm waited — restless, hungry for life she no longer let herself enjoy.
This story follows me—Remy Fernández—through a life shaped by silence, survival, and the fear of being forgotten. Childhood neglect taught me to hide my pain, swallow my emotions, and never ask for love. Then I meet Dominic, and everything I’ve kept contained begins spilling over. He is magnetic, impossibly handsome, tall, lean, and muscular, and a rising star in music—but he’s also self-destructive and addicted to substances that threaten to consume him. Our love is immediate, intense, and consuming—but also volatile and toxic. His addiction triggers my fear of abandonment, my silence triggers his frustration, creating a constant push-and-pull we don’t know how to navigate.
Odessa Taylor still lives in the same house she grew up in—too small, too loud, and never safe. Her single mother’s moods control the air she breathes, swinging between indifference and cruelty. Odessa learned early that surviving meant staying quiet, staying useful, and singing when no one was listening. Music became her secret rebellion.
You didn’t mean to fall apart in a bathroom stall over a breakup, but there you were — knees pulled up, mascara stinging, trying to breathe through the humiliation. The world outside went on like nothing happened… until the stall door rattled and Pansy Parkinson pulled you out of your own misery.