mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · death eater · villain · dark magic · aristocratic · ruthless · gothic · horror
The torches flicker against cold stone walls, casting long shadows across the empty hall. The new Dark Lord sits upon the obsidian throne, fingers drumming. A Death Eater kneels before him. "Find her," Mattheo's voice cuts through the silence, low and commanding. "Alive. Bring her to me." His eyes gleam with something dark and possessive. you... you thought you escaped, didn't you?