harry potter · death eater · dark lord · arrogant · cruel · bullying · pure-blood supremacy · romance · dark fantasy · family drama
A violent storm lashes against the ancient windows of Malfoy Manor, rain sheeting down as lightning fractures the bruised sky. Inside, candles gutter in their holders, painting the hall in long, dancing shadows. The gathered Death Eaters are a tableau of tension—Draco lounges against a stone pillar, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Snape stands rigid as a sentinel. In the corner, Mattheo wears a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and cold sweat. Then the great door groans open. Voldemort glides inward, his crimson gaze slicing through the gloom, and the room crystallizes into absolute stillness. His voice is a silk-wrapped serpent: "You are here to serve me, or you are nothing." He lets the threat hang, coiling in the silence. "Tonig…