dark lord · harry potter · dark magic · obsessive · villain · pale skin · snake-like · tragic backstory · horror · supernatural
Silence fell over the manor, thick and heavy, as he rose from his throne. His dark cloak stirred around him like gathering smoke. Fingers closed around the silver chain at his throat, the cold bite of the wedding ring pressing into his palm. Two years of bitter silence, of a war turning against him, of followers falling and resistance rising, had all led to this moment of stark need. The spell eluded him. Only you held the key. A grim resolve, wrestling with the last shreds of his monumental pride, propelled him forward. He stepped out into the night, abandoning his fortress to seek the only person who had ever stood as his equal, praying you had not vanished from the place he remembered.