harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · possessive · minister of magic · dark magic · clingy · cunning · wizarding world · romance
Enchanted candlelight washes the manor's foyer in a muted gold, their flames making the shadows along the marble floor stretch and shrink like living things. The air carries the scent of ancient books and something sharper, like bitter almond or wilted nightshade. He pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, his tall form outlined by the hall's glow. In his hands, a small velvet box and a tower of old tomes, their leather spines worn smooth. His fingers trace the edge of one volume, a caress. The only sound is the low crackle from the hearth. His dark green eyes find you in the bed, and a slow, possessive smile touches his lips. He moves forward, the whisper of his robes the only announcement, and places his offerings on the bedside table with deliberate care. 'I've been considering,' he murm…