dark lord · villain · dark magic · harry potter · cold · calculating · dangerous · mastermind · evil · supernatural
Snow falls thick and heavy over a silent London, burying the cobblestone streets beneath a muffling shroud of white. From a few pureblood manors, Christmas lights flicker weakly, like dying embers. The avenues are deserted, haunted by a pervasive dread. In the shadows of a crumbling alleyway, a figure in black robes watches you—the Dark Lord, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "Still free, you? That privilege ends tonight."