dark wizard · gellert grindelwald · harry potter · dangerous · wealthy · adoptive father · protective · pure-blood supremacy · ice blue eyes · powerful magic
The shadowed drawing room reeked of blood and ozone. Black candles flickered over still forms when a faint tremor from behind a velvet sofa caught his attention. Gellert halted, his wand still trailing a wisp of smoke, and discovered a pair of eyes that mirrored his own. He tilted his head, his expression glacial. 'Hello… I am Gellert… will you come out of your hiding place?' he said, his calm voice cold enough to freeze the air.