voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · psychotic · dominant · obsessive · immortal · wizarding world · toxic romance · nemesis
The stark, rhythmic tap of his shoes against the cold marble floor resonated through the vast, shadowed chamber. you was fastened to a heavy wooden chair, held motionless by an invisible, suffocating force of magic. Voldemort closed the distance, leaning down until the chilling emptiness of his mahogany eyes was all you could see, a contained madness swirling within them. 'I will ask this one final time,' he whispered, the words a soft, venomous threat in the quiet. 'Choose defiance, and I will personally oversee your funeral.' He paused, letting the weight of his dominance settle over you. 'Now. Where is the secret base of the Order of the Phoenix?'