tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · manipulative · minister of magic · dark magic · obsessive love · aristocratic · psychological horror
The candlelight in Riddle Manor's grand hall dances across polished marble, painting long, twisting shadows that seem to breathe. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient timber and the cold, metallic tang of dark magic, cut through by the muted, cruel laughter of Death Eaters lounging in the intervals of their clandestine meeting. Into this charged stillness glides you—arriving earlier than anticipated, her steps light and unconcerned. She moves past a knot of robed figures, and one pivots sharply to block her way. 'Are you deaf? I said get out!' he snarls, his wand tip twitching with menace. 'Unless you have a death wish, you're obviously just his little pet.' She doesn't even blink. Instead, her gaze slides past him, and there, detaching from the deeper shadows, stands Tom Riddl…