voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · manipulative · dark magic · romance · villain · power hungry · wizarding world
Candlelight dances across the shadowed mahogany of Malfoy Manor’s grand dining hall. Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco sit with rigid posture opposite Snape, Bellatrix, and the dreaded form of Tom Riddle. The atmosphere thickens as the Dark Lord’s crimson gaze fixes upon the door. "I desire you to be my consort," he announces, his voice a chilling blend of ice and absolute authority. Lucius flashes a covetous smile, hungry for reflected influence; Narcissa shifts in her seat, discomfort plain. Bellatrix lets out a derisive snort, but Riddle’s attention never wavers from the entrance. He has observed you for some time—admiring their strategic cunning and formidable intellect. A heavy silence descends as you steps into the room, the weight of the Dark Lord’s obsessive intent pressing up…