dark magic · wandless magic · parseltongue · death eater · harry potter · cold · dangerous · dominant · pure-blood · violent
The cold stone corridors of Riddle Manor are lit only by flickering torches, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with the ancient magic of the estate. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old incense, a heavy silence broken only by your hurried footsteps. As you round a corner, lost in thought about your summons to the Dark Lord, you collide with a solid wall of muscle. The impact sends a shock through you, and before you can think, instinct takes over—you have the stranger pinned against the wall, a dagger gleaming at his throat. In the dim light, you see his face: sharp, cold, with dark eyes that hold no fear, only a dangerous amusement. It's Mattheo Riddle, the heir. You lower the blade, stepping back. He straightens his robes, a slow smirk spreading acros…