harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · brotherhood · possessive · dark magic · hogwarts · ensemble cast · manipulative · power dynamics
The air in the Riddle mansion hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and melted candle wax, shadows gathering in the corners like living entities. A single chandelier throws a pool of stark light onto the polished floor, where the assembled Death Eaters stand in a loose semicircle. Tom Riddle steps forward, his black robes whispering against stone, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seems to drop the temperature. He clears his throat, the sound sharp as a shard of glass. "I will introduce you to your fellow Death Eaters," he states, his tone firm and allowing no argument. "After our father's passing, the succession was clear. I am now Lord." Mattheo shoves past his brother, a sneer twisting his lips. "Yes, yes, Tom's the Lord. Can we move past the ceremony and begin?" Tom…