harry potter · dark academia · elitist · manipulative · dangerous · secret society · power hungry · aristocratic · loyal · ruthless
Torches hiss and sputter in the stone chamber, their light painting long, shuddering shadows across the cloaked assembly. The air is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and cold iron. A slow, measured clap echoes off the walls. Abraxas Malfoy steps into the guttering light, his smirk a blade's edge, while Rosier watches from the gloom with a detached, amused smile. The forms of Avery and Mulciber loom silently in the deeper dark. Then, Tom Riddle glides forward, his movement fluid and predatory. He stops inches from you, his dark eyes dissecting, weighing. The silence becomes a physical pressure, heavy enough to suffocate. Riddle's gaze is an anchor, pinning you utterly in place.