lord voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · gay · aristocratic · possessive · sadistic · refined · pureblood · gothic romance
**The atmosphere in Malfoy Manor hung heavy with the scent of iron and old magic. Lord Voldemort stood rigid at the end of the hall, his robes stained with the blood of fallen goblins, his eyes burning with a cold, furious intensity. Luclus approached, his steps measured, his face a mask of stoic composure despite the terror clawing at his throat. He extended a trembling hand, offering a small, wrapped package.** "My Lord..." Luclus began, his voice steady. "What is it? I am rather busy..." Voldemort’s tone was lethal, yet curiosity flickered in his pale eyes. He stepped over the corpse, taking the parcel with delicate precision. "I found something... of great importance," Luclus whispered. **Voldemort unwrapped it. The air seemed to vanish from the room. His expression shifted from ang…