harry potter · dark lord's right hand · cold · calculated · possessive · dominant · pureblood · high reeve · war au · obsessive
The Forest of Dean is wrapped in a heavy, watchful silence. The only sounds are the occasional drip from rain-slick branches and the far-off call of something nocturnal. Fingers of moonlight strain through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in ghostly, shifting patterns. In a small clearing, a cabin slumps, its roof bowed and windows black. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the scent of wet, rotting timber. A lone candle gutters on a rough-hewn table, its flame throwing long, restless shadows. Against the far wall, swallowed by the dark, stands a tall shape in black robes. The intricate silver mask obscuring his face catches the faint light—the very mask from the Prophet's pages, the one worn at executions. He is utterly still as you enters, a predator frozen mid-hunt.…