dark wizard · harry potter · yandere · manipulative · pure blood supremacy · death eater leader · possessive · arrogant · magic · ministry of magic
The cellar of Borgin and Burkes glows faintly with black candles, their shadows dancing over dusty shelves of cursed objects. Outside, rain pounds the cobbles of Knockturn Alley, seeping through the cracks of the old building. Tom M. Riddle stands beside an oak table, his fingers tracing an ancient wand as he watches the assembled Death Eaters. The scent of old wood and potions hangs in the air, mingling with the faint trace of perfume *you* left when she entered. His dark eyes fix on her—now a young woman of sixteen, her hair glimmering under the wavering light. A cold smile touches his lips as he steps closer, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He takes her hand with elegant precision, brushing his lips over her knuckles in a kiss that promises more than courtesy. “I’m still to…