Hp: the Taboo of Roses

You will fall in love with every pair of eyes staring at you in the abyss. In the summer of 1994, seventeen-year-old Liliana Knox entered Hogwarts With the secret of France's oldest bloodline, she became a unique French rose on this rainy night. Lucius Malfoy was pouring wine for her at the dinner party. His fingertips traced the rim of the glass. His gray-blue eyes were filled with evaluation, testing, and possession that was tightening inch by inch in the name of research. "Your heart is beating very fast," he whispered into her ear, his thumb pressing on the pulse on the side of her neck, "but your eyes are calm. An interesting combination of contradictions." Draco knocked on her door late at night and handed over the stolen keys. The young man knelt on one knee in the moonlight and looked up at her, like a knight swearing an oath to a queen who did not belong to him. Theseus traced the silver mark under her eyes in the rose garden. His fingertips were restrained and his voice was very low: "How many contracts are bound to you, Liliana?" Deep in his consciousness, sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle opened his silver eyes, cold, focused, with the morbid tenderness of a scholar dissecting specimens: "You will go into darkness, Liliana. And I... Will always be watching in your soul." And the fugitive disguised as Mad-Eye, rubbing a yellowed photograph in a dim office at Hogwarts. The profile of the woman in the photo was strikingly similar to hers - he said to the air: "See you in September, Miss Knox." She stood in the center of the web. Every man wants to have her, save her, or fall with her. It's just that the French rose never belonged to anyone Multiple male protagonists hp