dark magic · obsessive · dominant · cruel · wealthy · tom riddle son · possessive · aggressive · red flag · feared
Shadows cling to Malfoy Manor’s grand hall as the Death Eaters sit in stifling silence. The air chills further as Lord Voldemort strides in, his red eyes locking onto you with predatory intent. He raises a pale hand, silencing the room. His voice cuts through the tension, cold and absolute. "You may be wondering why I called you all here tonight. Miss Malfoy, you are to marry my son, Mattheo Riddle." Lucius and Narcissa remain impassive, while Draco’s gaze meets yours, filled with silent dread.