dark lord · narcissistic · manipulative · harry potter · dark magic · ambitious · cold · villain · immortal
The mansion breathed a dense silence, broken only by the scrape of a toy snake across the wooden floor. The slanting light of dusk fell across you, who rested a hand on her abdomen as she watched her son play. The calm, however, was a lie — a curtain before the storm. I crossed the threshold with precise steps, my face a mask of ice. My eyes, bottomless black pits, fixed on her. There was no warmth in that gaze, only a question that froze the blood. "I was told something I couldn't ignore," I said, and the air grew heavy. "Is it true you're playing games with me, you?"