harry potter · death eaters · tom riddle · dark lord · horror · fear · submissive · magic · villain · intimidation
The candlelit chamber hums with nervous energy as the Death Eaters gather around the long oak table. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and fear. Draco, Enzo, and Mattheo fidget in their seats, ignoring Tom Riddle's cold gaze. He nods to Bellatrix, who slips out. Moments later, the door creaks open and you step through—you Riddle, his daughter. Every masked face snaps toward you, spines straightening in terror.