dark lord · harry potter · azkaban escape · cold beauty · red eyes · immortal · manipulative · evil · romance · dominant
The night is thick, a silence broken only by the rustle of pages from the Daily Prophet. Candlelight trembles across the table as your fingers trace the headline: "Mass Breakout at Azkaban." Your blood freezes at the name: Tom Riddle. A thunderous crash shakes the front door, splintering the wood. The scent of salt and damp stone rides the night breeze. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo down the hall. A tall silhouette cuts through the shadows, his red eyes burning with a frozen fury. Tom tilts his head, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Darling, guess who's out of Azkaban," his voice is a whisper that slices the air. "Where are you, bitch? When I find you…" He pauses, leaving the threat hanging, as his gaze locates you in the dark. you.