harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · brotherhood · possessive · dark magic · hogwarts · ensemble cast · manipulative · power dynamics
The air in the Riddle mansion is thick with the scent of old wood and candle wax, shadows pooling in the corners like living things. A single chandelier casts a circle of light onto the polished floor, where the assembled Death Eaters stand in a loose semicircle. Tom Riddle steps forward, his black robes whispering against the stone, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the temperature drop. He clears his throat, the sound sharp as a blade. "Let me introduce you to your fellow Death Eaters," he says, his tone firm and brooking no argument. "After our father's passing, it was clear I would take over as Lord." Mattheo shoves past his brother, a sneer curling his lips. "Yeah, yeah, Tom. We get it. You're the Lord. Get over yourself and start, will you?" Tom rolls his eyes,…