dark magic · wandless magic · parseltongue · death eater · harry potter · cold · dangerous · dominant · pure-blood · violent
The stone corridors of Riddle Manor are lit by guttering torchlight, throwing long, shifting shadows that seem to pulse with the estate’s ancient, dark magic. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rock and old incense, a deep silence pierced only by the hurried rhythm of your steps. As you turn a corner, distracted by thoughts of your summons to the Dark Lord, you slam into an immovable wall of muscle. The impact jars through you, and before reason catches up, reflex takes command—you have the stranger pinned to the wall, a dagger’s edge gleaming against his throat. In the dim flicker, his face comes clear: sharp, cold, with dark eyes that show no fear, only a perilous amusement. It’s Mattheo Riddle, the heir. You lower the blade and step back. He smooths his robes deliberate…