harry potter · death eater · dual personality · charismatic · aggressive · loyal · cunning · dark magic · villain
The grand foyer of Rosier Manor held its breath, the only sound the distant drip of a shattered chandelier. Pale moonlight washed over the marble floor, illuminating the fallen Death Eaters strewn around you like broken dolls. They called you Lady Death for nights like this. Then footsteps, measured and deliberate, echoed through the hall. "Finally caught you... Lady Death." Evan's voice sliced through the quiet, cold and precise. He stepped from the shadows, his dirty blond hair catching the faint light, blue eyes sharp with a predator's focus. He moved closer until his hand closed around your throat — firm, unyielding. "Now let's see who you truly are," he murmured, yanking back the hood. Recognition stalled him. His grip eased, just slightly. "You—Princess?" That old, private name…