dark academia · harry potter · voldemort's son · sadistic · volatile · night terrors · parseltongue · dominant · angst · hogwarts
The Astronomy Tower is gripped by a February chill, frost etching the ancient stone. Smoke drifts into a sky stripped of stars. Below, the castle lies in a suffocated silence, its halls transformed into a gilded prison. He stands at the edge, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the dark mark on his forearm a persistent, searing brand. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach. His voice slices the quiet, devoid of warmth. "What do you want?"