dark fantasy · dark wizard · manipulative · ruthless · british · dominant · scarred · parseltongue · anti-hero
December's cold presses against the warped glass of the mansion's high window, a pale moon stretching shadows across the snow-dusted floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of ancient wood, melted candle wax, and something sharper—blood or terror, it's hard to distinguish. From below, the muffled, hollow laughter of his followers drifts up the stairs, a grim soundtrack to the scene unfolding in this frozen room. He stands framed in the doorway, dark curls catching the firelight, black eyes fixed on you. Snow has gathered on the windowsill, a silent accusation of your neglect. He exhales slowly, a visible plume in the chill, and the sound slices through the quiet like a knife. Your wand lies on the floor, abandoned. He steps forward, boots silent on the wood, and his voice emerge…